War rages everywhere, and beautiful women struggle to survive in a chaotic age. Warlords carve up the land, bandits rule from the mountains, and heartless landlords oppress the people. With lives in ruins, how can anyone speak of love?
"I remember there were some roads I walked alone. They were very dark, and the wind was strong." Jiang Yiyan murmured, holding the unconscious Duan Jianan. He pressed his forehead tightly against Duan Jianan's, and large, hot tears soaked their clothes. Then Lu Dongmin forcibly dragged Jiang Yiyan away from the hospital.
