He had a dream about meeting her for the first time in the North when he was a child.
She sat on a stone by the river and untied her long black hair. He rolled down from the horse covered in blood. She didn't care to pick up her long hair and ran to him. The sun on the grassland was fierce. He lay on his back on the grass. The dazzling sun was blocked by her running over. He raised his hand. She thought he was going to say something, so she held the hair on the side of her face with her hand and leaned close to him.
However, he raised his hand and touched her face. The blood on his hand stained her pure white face, and he saw himself in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid."
In the dream, he didn't know who these words were addressed to.
They all thought that marrying her as his wife was the most frustrating thing he had ever done, but only he knew how happy he was. He hid this ecstasy carefully, and even looked at her with indifference to hide his surging love, fearing that she would hide even further if she knew about it.
Yes, she was always so unhappy around him.
But he couldn't let her go and would hold her tight until death.
Concept: Young general and self-reliant beautiful girl