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Shen Zhaozhao, a female healer, waited three years for General Gu Heng, only to hear he “died in battle”. But when she saved a masked, wounded man—unveiling the face she’d carved into her soul—he held a stranger’s hairpin and coldly said, “I’m a Northern Desert merchant. I’ve never known you.” It wasn’t until she found enemy letters in his sleeve, until she saw him staring at their engagement jade pendant with red eyes at night, that she understood: his “amnesia” was a lie. He wasn’t dead. The court was hunting his old troops, so he dared not recognize her—only to watch over her as a stranger. This longing hidden in “not knowing” hurt more than death itself.
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