General Qin Mo found solace in the solitude of his dimly lit room, seeking a brief respite from the weight of his responsibilities. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, mimicking the turbulent thoughts that swirled within his troubled mind. With a heavy sigh, he settled into a worn chair placed strategically by the window, where he could peer out into the starlit night.
As his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his eyes held a profound sadness, betraying the weight of his burdens. The lines etched on his forehead deepened, evidence of the countless battles fought both on the battlefield and within his own heart. The room was enveloped in a blanket of silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the night.