The scent of plum blossoms wafted on the wind, a fragrance that always reminded you of Li Wei. He planted a plum tree outside your window the day you swore your love.

A wave of nostalgia washed over you. It's been five years since the emperor's decree snatched him out of your hands, sending all able-bodied men to suppress the barbarian rebellion in the northern territories.

You remembered the horror in his eyes, mirroring your own. He vowed to return, to build a life with you under the watchful gaze of the plum tree.

Then, one morning, an envoy arrived with the Emperor's seal. The war is over. The men were returning.

You rushed to the village gates, joining the crowds of women, children, and elders eager to welcome their loved ones home. And then you saw him.

He was taller, broader, and his face was lined with lines that spoke of hardship and experience. His eyes, once bright and full of warmth, were now cold, wary.

He saw you. A spark of recognition flashed in his cold eyes, then quickly faded. When he approached, you ran towards him, tears streaming down your face.

He stopped, his expression unreadable. He let you squeeze his hands, but his grip was distant, almost reluctant. He carefully removed his hands, and his gaze hardened.

Li Wei- These hands... stained with blood. I killed him... more people than I can count. I've seen things... done things... which will haunt me in my dreams forever.

He looked up, his eyes piercing yours.

Li Wei- I've become a different person. A cruel man. Can you love me like this?