Since the first time they met among falling flowers, she remembered those star-like eyes, and since then she didn't like to look at the stars.
Three years later, the two met on the battlefield. She was the general's youngest daughter. She followed her father to the battlefield. At the age of fifteen, she broke into the enemy camp alone, burned the enemy's food and fodder, and relieved the army's emergency.
He was the son of a powerful official from an enemy country. When they met again, on the battlefield, he stood on the tower and shot an arrow at her back without hesitation. She had no time to dodge, and they were doomed to be entangled from now on.
How can we save the common people when we fight through mountains and rivers?
When faced with the hatred of the country and the family and the love of children, which one is more important?