How Romantic to Become a Rebel for a Beauty

All tenderness and cruelty come from the young. A young person comes slowly toward you, a knife in one hand and the starry sky in the other. You never know what she'll bring you. ----------Somebody on Weibo From the age of six to sixteen, Mu Xiaoshu followed Gu Xinglou everywhere. The two of them were like blank sheets of paper, learning from each other how to find warmth, how to embrace, how to kiss, how to give themselves to one another, and then how to tear each other apart completely. Whether it was fate playing tricks or a human-made rehearsal on a sand table. Two people in love would ultimately have to face each other on opposing sides, divided by whether to avenge their country or settle a family feud. Standing on opposite banks of the Wei River, Mu Xiaoshu called out to Gu Xinglou: "Do you still remember that night, when you called my name so many times? Did you ever say 'I love you' even once?" All she got in reply was the soldiers' thunderous chorus: "How dare you be so insolent!!!!" Mu Xiaoshu smiled calmly. "I'm a damn rebel. Who says I have to be polite?"