Her cruel father made her live as a "man" for over a decade.
Was it a case of the right gender and the wrong love, or the wrong gender and the right love?
A beauty in a time of war, a ruthless hero in a chaotic age. On a speeding train, she, disguised as a man, saves him, disguised as a woman. But this is neither love at first sight nor their first chance encounter.
His words, "One day, I will place the world in your hands," cut deep into her heart like a blade.
And what is she supposed to do with such devotion when he says, "Whether you're a man or a woman, I know you're the one I will love most in this life"?
