Why Is Every Woman in the Martial World My Ex-Girlfriend?

Wei Lingfeng came to the capital with a modest goal—just secure a minor post and keep his head down. Yet somehow, the aloof princess blushes crimson at the mere sight of him, the dashing female general hails him as her lifesaving benefactor, and even the transcendent, world-weary Daoist leader brushes past the empress herself for a private word with him. Their lingering gazes and loaded accusations leave him utterly baffled. "I don't know any of you!" he protests, only to be met with scorn. "Keep playing the fool, you heartless rogue!" "Confess, you little fiend—exactly how many ex-girlfriends did you leave scattered across the martial world?" Then one night, the shards of a shattered dream force Wei Lingfeng to confront a buried truth. In the darkest hours of each woman's despair, a figure had indeed descended beneath the moonlight—bringing aid, warmth, and hope—only to vanish and cruelly cast them aside. That figure was him. Now, as fragments of forgotten lives resurface, he must piece together why he saved them, why he left, and what part of himself he erased along the way.