Otome game-style romance.
Yu Bo x Fusu
A gentle breeze whispers of tenderness and love across the pale blue sea of flowers. When she meets Fusu's gaze, she instantly falls into a deep brown abyss, unable to pull herself free. She thought she would never fall in again, but now the fortress she had built in her heart crumbles with a crash, shattering even its shadow. She buries her face in the warmth of his neck and lets her tears flow, soaking his clothes. He comforts her softly, humming the song she taught him.
Yu Bo x Hu Hai
They drag her in and toss her to the ground like a rag doll. Her iron shackles scrape against the floor, leaving a bloody mark on her pale wrist. She looks up to see Hu Hai sitting leisurely on the couch, wearing the faintly bored, careless expression of someone whose every material desire has been satisfied. Only then does Yu Bo realize that he is a prince, a heaven-blessed child who has been cherished since birth, born with a silver spoon in his mouth: the most noble heir to the throne, not merely a pitiable man whose love went unreturned.
Yu Bo x Xiang Yu
From the high city walls, she looks down at Xiang Yu in golden armor, his battle robes stained red with blood. He knows the tide has turned against him, yet still carries her as he charges this way and that. She feels his heart pound violently with every swing of his weapon. It seems the songs of Chu by the Wu River have already reached them. At this moment, she no longer cares whether she is the legendary Yu Ji. She will dance the final song of mourning by his side, just as she danced for him on that night many years ago, leaving behind the tale of Farewell My Concubine to be passed down for a thousand years.
Yu Bo x Han Xin
Only now does she discover the careful tenderness hidden beneath his cold exterior, though it may already be too late. But now he pins her down with one hand, leaving her unable to move, and meets her gaze with unwavering resolve. Yu Bo suddenly feels afraid, as if she is the one who has done wrong. It seems she has forgotten something vitally important: the memories buried in the palace courtyards of red brick and dark tiles, the fragrant poppies, and the two lives bound tightly together.
Theme: A little story I came up with after learning about the Chen Sheng and Wu Guang uprising.
