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Li Puhe, the God of War from the Northern Border, stands before Zhicheng with a sword. Behind him, 30,000 iron cavalry cast a suffocating chill. In front of him is Tang Jing—the doctor who saved his life three years ago. On that rainy night, she warmed his knife wound with her body heat, fed him half a moldy piece of dry ration, and smiled: "When the world is peaceful, I'll wait for you in the gardenia orchard west of the city." Now, her plain clothes are stained with blood, her eyes as cold as ice: "General Li, if you want to flatten Zhicheng, step over my dead body first." His sword-wielding hand trembles. He remembers the warmth of her putting a gardenia in his hair, only to realize what he owes her is never the dry ration—it's the unspoken "I want to wait for peace with you." But the wind of turbulent times blows gardenia petals onto his sword. They don't even get a chance to speak. This love debt, eventually becomes the most painful scar in the chaos.
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