Two ancient nations, hidden away in history, come to blows over some trivial matters and are at each other's throats.
But the enemy generals of the two nations aren't like the legends say, where one saves the other and they fight to the death. Instead, they're secretly in love with each other, saving one another in turn.
Ancient-era story. Ending: I'm going to make you suffer to death (^_^)
Under the moonlight, Ye Wanchun stood atop the city wall, looking at the resentment on the faces of the people. He gave a quiet, bitter laugh, full of scorn and sorrow.
Holding a long sword, he pointed its blade at his own throat. Suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats rang out. He looked toward it and saw a tearful figure. It was Xiao Ci, the person he had wanted to spend his whole life with. But it seemed everything was already too late. This was the only way he could protect him, however unwilling he was...
He forced a guileless smile. Two streams of tears ran down his cheeks to his feet, and even the scattered memories could not keep back the sorrow of that moment.
"Ye Wanchun!" A long cry tore through the broken words. Everyone turned to look at Xiao Ci, their eyes full of astonishment. They would never understand, and they could not understand...
"Didn't I tell you not to follow me? You never listen," Ye Wanchun murmured. The long sword slashed across his throat without hesitation, and a heartrending scream rang out.
Ye Wanchun was free. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he fell from the city wall, his dark robes concealing the splashes of blood.
"Ye Wanchun! Ye Wanchun!" Xiao Ci cried out in panic. He pushed through the crowd and held the person he had longed for in his arms, but that person's eyes were shut tight...
"Brother... take care... of yourself for me." Ye Wanchun used the last of his strength to say those words...
"Ye Wanchun, Ye Qingyun, don't go. Don't go! Take me with you, all right? You said you'd never leave me, not for the rest of our lives. Why? If you had to, I could have died. Why did you have to die in my place?"...
The two young men's faces were so cold, so pale. The world sighed, as though it had nothing to do with them, as though it hadn't been the one to break the sunlight...
The wind blew hard that night, and the moon was full. They kept their promise to watch the moon together...
Love rises with the wind, but when the wind dies down, the ache remains...
Core theme: Darkness can never block out the warm sun. Don't make life harder than it needs to be.
