On the day Xiao Pingfeng left, Yan Wanqing stood atop the city tower watching his retreating figure.
She saw the Emperor personally pour wine for him as a farewell, noticed the smile Xiao Hongshen couldn't help but reveal among the crowd, saw his icy expression as he mounted his horse, and watched him walk far away before he turned back to look...
Yan Wanqing held the wine cup in her hand, faced the wind toward his glance, and raised the cup to drink all the wine in one go.
She hid atop the city tower, letting him think she was a heartless woman; somehow, that was good too.
He had his battlefield, and she had hers.
If their paths differed, they were bound to diverge.
From the beginning to the end, they could never walk together.
