He's small in stature but he once stood high above the rest in my eyes.

The ribbon ends tied around his head waved proudly with the wind,
His armor glistening in the moonlight.

The sharpness of those two hooks shone with a hunger for blood.

His eyes showed determination, a fire that will never fade. Such eagerness.
He would show no fear when at death's doorstep.
He'd stand up to what may kill him, despite his confidence.
He'd show no mercy.

But I was lucky to see different.

What passion and kindness a man so stalwart and strong can show.
To speak and think with the utmost of tenderness.
Love and care from a man who sounds to have been born only to battle.
Oh, and such a gentleman.

It was indeed incredible.

To graze gentle fingers against his scarred skin was a wonder.
I think to myself of how they all got there, but I should have known.

The 'X' was my favorite.

Running ghostly touches down his throat, I could feel each time he swallows nervously.

Down to his chest, I felt like a sinner then.
What wonderful physique, as if chiseled by gods.
To feel his heartbeat was the best of experience.
It raced to its own quick tempo next to my own.

Those strong arms of his wrap around and made me feel safe, like a home with no walls or roof.
Nothing but a wide open door that led to his embrace.
It was like heaven to hear him whisper sweet nothings into my ear. My heart was always sent aflutter.

He also worried for me.
I was always too bold for my own good.
He dreaded me in danger, believing my actions would get the better of me and end my life for good.
I was grateful for his concern, even though I argued on it at times.

He saved the life of an inexperienced warrior and love is what we found.
Love blossomed and turned to engagement.
We looked forward to a happy future.

...Until I realized the truth and was forced to depart.
I feared my own death at the hands of the ambitious monster who took me in.

We, my former flame and I, have become enemies.
There's no more love.
He'll show no mercy and neither can I.

...I wonder if he's ever dreamed of me though.

I'll be honest and say:
I've thought of him from time to time.
I'll admit I miss him.

I may not be able to apologize for everything, but I will for leaving his side.
My loyalty, my devotion; I was all his.
It all had to end because of a five years worth lie.
I left him brokenhearted...

I'm truly sorry, my forerunner. My Wenqian.


If you're curious about what happened between the two and about my OC, Feng Xiu's clan was exiled from their hometown because her brother and some friends of his were accused on planning to assassinate the prefect and adjutant of Taiyuan. Her entire family followed him and she was very young child at the time. Years afterwards, Cao Cao had came and wiped out her family and friends for unknown reason (I'm thinking because he was asked to do so maybe). Xiu survived because she wasn't there at the time. Cao Cao took her in after telling her that it was Liu Bei who came to slay everyone, where years later, she got engaged to Yue Jin. I believe she still loves him even after leaving to join Liu Bei's forces, but this was probably her a few weeks to months after breaking the engagement.

I hope you all enjoyed reading it~

I rarely write like this, even when I'm roleplaying, so I hope it's not too 'bland'.