All of Xiao Chenyuan's cherished memories of family were reduced to ashes in the great fire at the Eastern Palace.
As for friendship, his memories centered on just two people.
One was Xie Ziyuan, with whom he had gradually drifted apart.
The other was Yun Zheng, who had died on the battlefield.
Unlike the reserved Xie Ziyuan, Yun Zheng was more of a kindred spirit to him.
In his memory, Yun Zheng was passionate, proud, broad-minded, and carried the bold spirit of a young hero, as radiant as the blazing sun—open, unrestrained, and full of vitality.
When Xiao Chenyuan saw him, it was like seeing the sun itself.
That young man had the ability to illuminate those around him, driving away all gloom and filth.
To be friends with Yun Zheng was one of the greatest fortunes of his life.
Yet now, before him stood a woman who had stolen the identity of his most beloved person and wore the face of his dearest friend.
Every aspect of her presence trampled on his most painful wounds.
