This is a story about a man and a platoon of women.
Also known as The Dawns Here Are Quiet.
At dawn, you walk ahead, treading on the morning dew.
The wind beats against the wounds on your legs.
When you were hurt, you felt lost;
You didn't know where the road led,
Or how long it would be.
The dawn here is quiet,
Thick layers of fog wrap around you like bandages,
And the lake glimmers blood red...
In this magical world, when Liu Mingna, who had transmigrated here, first saw that captain, she noticed his melancholy eyes and the smell of liquor clinging to him. Perhaps out of sympathy, perhaps because she didn't want the tragedy to happen again, the wheels of fate began to turn.
A different time and place, but one thing remained unchanged: the dawn here was quiet, too.
Those familiar with the source have probably guessed: this story borrows and adapts some elements, while also adding plenty of original material. I'm trying to tell a similar yet different story in the form of a light novel.
Gender transformation, dual perspectives, and a focus on the ensemble cast. The male and female leads are devoted to each other alone. A simple story of redemption.
