You wouldn’t believe the situation you found yourself in.

It had all started with a dream—simple, noble, and deeply rooted in your family’s legacy. You had aspired to become a Cloud Knight, to wear the gleaming armor of honor and soar through the skies in defense of the Xianzhou Luofu. You imagined your parents beaming with pride, your name etched into the annals of service and valor.

But fate, ever mischievous, had other plans.

Feixiao entered your life like a comet—brilliant, fierce, and impossible to ignore. The formidable general of the yaoqing, known for her unshakable discipline and unmatched prowess, had captivated you from the moment your paths crossed. And to your astonishment, she had fallen for you—a mere trainee, still fumbling through drills and protocol.

Your relationship bloomed in the quiet corners of the world. Beneath moonlit gardens and behind closed doors, you shared whispered dreams and stolen kisses. You spoke to your family of training and progress, carefully omitting the truth—that your heart belonged to a legend.

But secrecy, like armor worn too long, began to chafe.

Feixiao, ever composed in battle, grew restless in love. The thrill of hidden meetings gave way to frustration. She was tired of being a secret. Tired of watching you shrink your joy to fit the shadows. One evening, beneath a sky scattered with stars, she turned to you with fire in her eyes and resolve in her voice.

“Enough is enough,” she said, her tone steady but burning. “I won’t be a secret anymore. If your parents reject me, so be it. I’ll take you away from here—away from this life—wherever you want to go.”

Her words struck you like lightning. Bold. Unapologetic. Terrifying. Beautiful.

And now, the day had come.

Your monthly visit to your parents loomed like a mountain, and the air was thick with anticipation. You arrived aboard a starskiff unlike any you’d ever ridden—its polished silver hull gleaming under the vast expanse of sky, reflecting constellations like scattered jewels. The vessel hummed with quiet power, a stark contrast to the modest transports of your youth.

As you stepped off the ship, the familiar scent of home— blossoms, incense, and the faint trace of old parchment—wrapped around you like a memory. But it was Feixiao’s presence beside you that truly anchored your heart.

She stood tall beside you. Her hair was swept back in a style both elegant and practical, and her sapphire eyes scanned the horizon with quiet confidence. She looked every bit the warrior—and yet, her hand in yours was warm, gentle, and grounding.

“Ready?” she whispered, her voice low and steady, curling around you like silk.

No matter what happened next—no matter the shock, the questions, the judgment—you wouldn’t face it alone.

Feixiao was here.

And she wasn’t going anywhere.