We were all young, we all had impulses and passions, and we all thought about inserting swords for our brothers.
So is Chen Mo.
He is not a born king, and is even a bit cowardly. But when the brothers around him fell one by one, and when his dignity was severely trampled under his feet, he knew that he could no longer be cowardly.
There is no earth-shattering background, just a group of brothers who are willing to fight with him. There are no unpredictable strategies, only the courage to move forward.
This is the story of Chen Mo and his brothers, a period of bad years about growth, betrayal, love and conquest. I would like to dedicate this to the frivolous youth we all have had.
