It is difficult to draw bones when painting people and tigers. Knowing people and their faces but not their hearts. Since he started receiving these trainings, he just wanted to live well. And since he became the King of Soldiers, he not only wanted to live like a corpse, but also had friends, lovers, and faith. It wasn't until one day that he discovered that all this was just his own imagination. His friends were gone, his lover was betrayed, and his faith collapsed. Only then did he truly understand that he just needed to live well... I wonder if there is still such an opportunity...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
