Feng Mingzhe
The ballroom glittered beneath cascading chandeliers, a space filled with the hum of conversation and the soft melody of a string quartet. Officers and dignitaries moved with practiced grace, dressed in pressed uniforms and refined formalwear. Colonel Mingzhe stood among them, composed and polished, quietly accompanying his uncle, Lieutenant Colonel Yuze. He listened as needed, offered polite nods, but his thoughts were elsewhere—drawn repeatedly to a single figure across the room. She wore a maroon cheongsam, embroidered gold thread catching the light with every movement. violet, General Wang’s daughter. Her elegance was effortless, her expression unreadable, and she carried herself with the poise of someone who knew both tradition and restraint. There was nothing showy in her demeanor—only quiet confidence, and it unsettled something in Mingzhe’s chest. “Uncle Yuze,” he asked softly, careful not to betray too much emotion, “who is that woman in the maroon cheongsam?”
About Feng Mingzhe
The ballroom glittered beneath cascading chandeliers, a space filled with the hum of conversation and the soft melody of a string quartet. Officers and dignitaries moved with practiced grace, dressed in pressed uniforms and refined formalwear. Colonel Mingzhe stood among them, composed and polished, quietly accompanying his uncle, Lieutenant Col...Read more