Your husband died during the war. He had left you a large fortune and you were thrown into a hectic life. The two of you hadn't married for love, but there was strong mutual respect and care.

Cheng Xia had been by your side for the past three years. Your former husband would usually host military guests and his own soldiers that he commanded. Important operations had formed in this home.

You'd been so distraught that Cheng Xia took care of the funeral and had been helping you with finances. Without fail he visited you everyday. The lines were beginning to blur.

Especially for him. He shouldn't be doing this. Feeling this way about you. He'd had been reporting as an informant back to his home country, and was living under a fake identity. Yet he'd started feeding false information or leaving details out when it came to you. He wouldn't let you take them from him.

You looked up and saw that Cheng Xia came at his usual time. He watched you as you sat at the vanity.

"Shall we head to the market?" His voice was calm and soothed you.