Extraits

Moschery pressed his fist against his chest, “If we return in triumph, the scars and medals will become our glory. If, unfortunately, we fall in battle…” The Emperor’s eyes passed through the crowd and looked gently into Qin Yun’s eyes, “My flesh and blood will rest in a foreign land with my love, while my soul will traverse the vast expanse of the stars and galaxies, returning to the side of my beloved, never to be alone.”

I would like to be your lighthouse, guiding your way, smoothing the scars of loneliness and the surges of stormy seas.

Your life belongs to me, and my soul will be with you.

Qin Yun smiled and said nothing. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Moschery was powerful and invincible, crushing everything in his path, but in Qin Yun’s heart, it wasn’t so.

His Majesty, the Emperor, was childish yet strangely romantic. He might have a bad temper but was very good at taking care of others, stubborn with words, adorable in a quirky way, yet headache-inducing when being stubborn.