Sickly Noble Young Master Bottom × Crazy, Devoted Dog Top
Political intrigue + martial arts, no angst, lots of sweetness
The young master is a cloud in the heavens, the most wonderful being in the world., Shen Mo
"If the young master dies, this subordinate will cut out his heart and warm your hands with it."
Yun Qinglan was dying.
Everyone knew that the frail young master of the Yun family would not survive the winter. He coughed up blood, could not bear the cold, and had paralyzed legs. He was like a glass doll on the verge of shattering.
But Shen Mo refused to believe it.
He was Yun Qinglan's shadow guard, a mad dog, a lunatic willing to cut out his own heart and shed his blood.
They first met five years ago. The young master stood in the snow with a sword in hand, and when he reached out to Shen Mo, sunlight spilled from his sleeve. Five years later, Shen Mo raced through the rainy night carrying Yun Qinglan, who was coughing up blood, howling for a bowl of medicine that could keep him alive.
The court was treacherous, and the Northern Di cavalry were at the border.
Yun Qinglan calculated the world's every move from his wheelchair, while Shen Mo carved a path of blood for him.
"Fool..." The young master's bloodstained fingers touched the golden osmanthus tattoo over Shen Mo's heart.
"I'm a crippled wreck. Am I worth you risking your life?"
Absolutely. More than worth it.
If there is no medicine in this world that can cure you, then I will give you my life.
"Shen Mo, I'm cold."
"This subordinate will hold you. I'll hold you forever."
The top and bottom have only ever had each other, from beginning to end. The bottom will remain deathly ill and frail throughout the story. He will not recover!
There will be lots of scenes of the top taking care of the bottom!!!
There's a little fantasy, so this isn't a purely historical story.
You don't have to tell me if you drop it. Maybe we'll meet again in the martial world~
I cried so much, I will never eat be again.