What Shen Linyuan is most familiar with in his life is the musty smell of Jiangcheng's old alleys at four in the morning, and the medical expenses that can't be raised even though he works three jobs.
It wasn't until his sister's wrists had strange lines on her wrists and the abandoned puppet whispered in his ear that he realized that the most terrifying thing in this world was being a pawn on someone else's chessboard.
Grasping the broken sword that sucked pain, he stepped into the mist of Guigui Pavilion.
His trusted seniors gave him direction, and his fallen comrades blocked his fatal blow.
All the clues pointed to that name, all the evidence was perfect.
But when the broken sword drank all the blood, the rust peeled off layer by layer.
What was reflected was the hands handing over the healing medicine——
The hands that taught him to write, taught him to guard his heart, and taught him what it means to be protective.
At this moment, the sword is hot and the truth is like a blade.
How should he cut off this big lie in the name of "protection"?
This novel is highly recommended [note]