The Unknown God of War

On the 21st, known as the Great Cold, which marked the coldest day of the year, something seemed to have triggered a reaction from the heavens. The sky began to sleet, casting a gray and somber ambiance over the entire city of Yenching.

The once lively streets now lay deserted and gloomy, with only a handful of people braving the harsh weather, wrapped in thick coats, trembling in the biting wind and snow. Amidst this scene, a black Bentley sedan ventured through the snow and wind, slowly making its way toward the Xijiao Cemetery.

The staff of the cemetery, while warming themselves by the fire in the room and rubbing their hands, murmured, "Who would come to pay respects in such dreadful weather? Wealthy people are weird."

As the vehicle came to a halt, Yang Jingyu, a tall figure, was the first to step out of the car door. He then opened a black umbrella and respectfully announced, "Dragon Lord, Mr. Yun, we have arrived."

Following suit, Chu Feng came out of the car, casting his gaze upon the cemetery. The wind and snow fiercely blew, piercingly cold. "Another snowy day," Chu Feng said indifferently, his eyes filled with reminiscence. Seventeen years ago, when his mother had passed away, it was a day much like this, with snow and biting winds. On that day, the cold was so extreme that it could freeze a person to death.

Dressed solemnly, Yun Muqing tightly held onto Chu Feng's hand, her eyes expressing both tenderness and determination, conveying a hint of warmth to him.

Between lovers, words and vows were unnecessary. A single gesture and a glance were enough.

Gratefully, Chu Feng smiled and squeezed Yun Muqing's hand. "Let's go," he said.

Yang Jingyu followed closely behind, his eyes flickering. With a wave of his hand, a dozen figures instantly concealed themselves, guarding Chu Feng and the others discretely.

Chu Feng walked until they reached the foot of the mountain, he reached the tombstone. It was already overgrown with weeds, desolate and forlorn, eroded by years of wind and rain. Even the inscription on the tombstone had been covered by layers of soil.

In contrast to the brightly adorned tombs on either side, which were adorned with flowers and fruits, the tomb before them evoked a sense of desolation and melancholy.

"Mom, I've come to visit you," Chu Feng whispered softly, stepping forward to brush off the dust from the tombstone. It revealed a picture of a young woman, gentle and delicate, with a faint smile on her face, radiating a sense of warmth like a spring breeze.

"I have a family now—a wife and a daughter. I've fulfilled your greatest wish." Chu Feng respectfully bowed and presented a bouquet of chrysanthemums. "Hello, Ma'am. Chu Feng treats me so well. He is an exceptional husband and father. I hope you find peace and happiness in the realm beyond."

"I'll bring Duo Duo to visit you the next time," she continued, holding Chu Feng's hand tightly, brimming with affection and determination.

Yang Jingyu felt a sudden jolt, his heart filled with complex emotions. So, the person buried here was Dragon Lord's mother—the untimely passing of such a young woman, a life cut short. It seemed as though fate was envious of her.

Overwhelmed by a tinge of sadness, Yang Jingyu swiftly understood the situation. He handed over flowers and fruits, joining in to remove weeds and wipe away the dust from the tombstone.

Soon, a series of meticulously carved small characters emerged on the tombstone, capturing Yang Jingyu's attention.

"My love disperses with the wind, resentful of the coldness in the sky, helpless…"

"What you love is separated by mountains and oceans. Mountains and oceans cannot be leveled, but you can calmly think. As you ponder, you shall never have regrets…"

Each sentence carried a powerful essence, each word seemingly bleeding with emotion. It transported one to the scene, allowing them to feel the pain, despair, loneliness, and profound love for the departed resting within the tomb.