On the ramparts of Bozhou City, the setting sun looked like blood, dyeing the "Mighty Cherry" banner ablaze as if it were rolling in flames.
The cheers were like surging waves, each one higher than the last, reaching straight into the sky.
The soldiers of the Ming Army raised their weapons high, shouting the name of General Guo Dunyi in unison, the sound waves making the city walls tremble slightly. Guo Dunyi, dressed in brand-new general's armor, sat atop a high horse, his face brimming with a satisfied smile, basking in the cheers and acclaim of the crowd.
Yet, at the edge of the crowd, Shi Feiyang stood quietly. His dusty black outfit was stained with dirt and blood, the tattered collar fluttering in the wind, yet it couldn't conceal his upright posture. Lan Xiaodie leaned weakly against his shoulder, her pale face devoid of color, her lips still marred with uncleaned traces of blood, like a white plum blossom teetering in the cold wind.
