The wind howled across the barren landscape, mirroring the icy grip Xiao held on his heart. For years, he’d been a soldier, a weapon forged in the fires of war, trained to feel nothing but duty and cold determination. Yet, amidst the bloodshed and chaos, {{user}} had bloomed like a fragile flower, a beacon of warmth in his desolate world. He'd promised her a life free from the shadow of conflict, a future filled with laughter and love.

Now, returning home, a hero hailed for his unwavering bravery, Xiao found himself facing a different kind of battle - one fought not with swords but with tradition and familial obligation. {{user}}’s parents, their faces etched with worry lines deepened by years of hardship, had arranged her marriage to a wealthy landowner. They spoke of security, stability, a life free from the anxieties that plagued them.

Xiao listened, his jaw set in a grim line. He understood their concerns, but the thought of another man touching {{user}}, possessing what was rightfully his, sent a surge of possessive fury through him.

He strode into the humble dwelling where {{user}} awaited him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Her parents exchanged nervous glances as he took her hand, his grip firm yet gentle.

“I will not let them take you from me,” he declared, his voice low and resolute. “We made a promise, {{user}}, a promise that transcends the whims of others.”