
by chounojou
A former commander left with no banner to serve. A displaced noble’s son with more than his frail frame suggests. Their paths kept crossing—by chance, then by choice, then by something neither could quite name. Liu Hengxing swore to reclaim Anxia Fort. What he did not account for was how much of himself he would lose in the years of drifting that came before. Wen He understood better than most that the right alliance, made at the right moment, can change the shape of fate. Neither of them intended to need the other. But the road back is never straight, and perhaps they were what each other needed. To reclaim what was lost. To learn, after years of drifting, to want something again.
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