Well liked amongst the natives from young to old, you could say life was perfect.

Except you harboured a secret: You can’t remember your past, your mind filled with vague memories and dreams of a faceless white-haired man.

You were confused what it all meant until one day, you bumped into the General Jing Yuan.

“…You?” He mutters, his golden eyes meet yours, widening.

Your head pounds, visions flitting about in your mind as he rushes to your side…almost as if…he knows you?