Meaningless Effort 1

"Qing…"

He tried to say her name, and to his surprise, found that it rolled off his tongue so naturally as if he had silently muttered it by himself for a million times.

"Qing…Qing…"

The more he said, the stronger his longing became.

He folded the drawing and put it back inside his armor. This time, his eyes burned with determination. "After this war concludes, I will go and search for you." He whispered to the desolate night. "So…wait for me. I won't take long."

When dawn settled, Yu Jian's five hundred thousand soldiers lined up in their battle formation. He mounted his horse on the very front line, directly facing the general of Fan'an, Fang Xa. Even then, the two of them pretended to not recognize each other.

Yu Jian unsheathed his sword, the blade reflected his narrowed eyes. "General Fang Xa."

The General of Fan'an nodded. "Your Highness the Crown Prince."