Hidden Shadow – Wang Churan, Li Hongyi

She was known as An Jiu, but she was the scythe in the hands of Death, a killer trapped in eternal darkness, struggling desperately for a glimpse of unreachable light. Chu Dingjiang, the commander of the Konghe Army, had eyes that hid beneath his black cloak like the night, and his tall figure stood like an ancient monument in the wilderness. He was the most powerful being in this world. The first time she saw his face, she remarked, "Uncle, you must be at least forty." Chu Dingjiang remained silent, not telling her that he was actually twenty-five. The soul’s aging, after all, was undeniable. In the long and distant years, he thought his heart had become a stagnant pool, but a flower eventually bloomed in the void.

Silently, he poured all his life's blood and effort to pave a smooth path for her, but she lost all memory of her past in an accident. Standing at the pinnacle of success he had arranged for her, she gazed into the familiar eyes among the masses and realized that warmth, the kind she had longed for, had always been there. Unable to let go, she asked, "Uncle, do you have a long-lost daughter?" He smiled slightly and replied, "No, Uncle doesn’t have a long-lost daughter. But Uncle lost someone who could have given him a daughter."