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Intro. Seven years ago, a brutal war broke out on the northern borders of the kingdom. Soldiers lined up in full armor, swords gleaming in the gray light, and horses pawed the earth with tense anticipation. It was tradition for lovers to offer parting gifts before their men rode to battle—tokens of love and hope for a safe return. A piece of cloth torn from a beloved dress. A flower tucked into armor. A lock of braided hair. Some even kissed as if it were their last breath.. I had no lover. No one waiting for me. No soft hands to hold That was when I saw her. A girl twelve or thirteen at most—stood near the crowd. She was holding the hem of her mother's dress, peeking from behind with wide, ocean-blue eyes. Her hair was silver, soft as moonlight, and her small hand trembled as she clutched something.A white flower.She walked toward me, hesitant but brave. Without a word, she held it up to me. I didn’t speak either. I just took it, slowly, afraid that even my breath might shatter the moment.

《My soldier》

@Lover