You Traded Me for a City, So Why Are You Crying, General?

Yun Zhao had loved Xie Jingmo for seven years, giving him everything she had. She never imagined that, in Xie Jingmo’s eyes, those seven years had been nothing but a joke. When she saw a garment embroidered with the character “Mo” being worn by another woman, Yun Zhao finally understood why Xie Jingmo had rejected her. She gave up on him completely and obediently found a man to marry. But on the day of her wedding banquet, a red-eyed man pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard. “Yun Zhao, you have no heart!” No one knew how unwilling he had been when he left for the frontier all those years ago. No one knew that he had arranged for her to enlist, and no one knew that on her very first day at the military camp, he had used every trick he could to get her into bed. He tormented her, and himself, too. But when he watched her love for him finally die out, he stumbled and lost his composure. At last, he admitted that his love for Yun Zhao had sunk deep into his bones.