When he was fifteen years old, Shen Hanzhou watched his father pierce his heart with thousands of arrows to save him. He said "live on" and trapped him in the nightmare of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood for ten years.
He became the invincible general of Zhenbei in Daqi. He was a cold-faced Yama who was known by everyone in the court. He was decisive in killing and protecting his shortcomings. However, he was plagued by nightmares every night. Only a bowl of soothing soup could give him a moment of sleep.
Until the emperor issued an imperial edict and stuffed Wen Shumo, the gentle-faced imperial doctor from the imperial hospital, into his general's mansion.
Everyone said that Imperial Physician Wen was gentle, unconcerned, and a weak doctor with no strength to restrain a chicken. Only Shen Hanzhou knew that this man could poison with a smile, and even he, Yama, would lose three points if he became ruthless.
He set an iron rule for the intruder: he was only allowed to take pulse for a quarter of an hour every day, and he was not allowed to exceed the limit by even half a minute. But every late night, I yearn for the temperature of his fingertips, the fragrance of the medicine he prepared, and his gentle words "It's okay, general."
Everyone in the world was afraid of the knife in his hand, but only Wen Shumo dared to touch the wound he had hidden for ten years.
He thought he couldn't live without the bowl of soothing soup, but later he realized that in this world of long nights and loneliness with no medicine or stone, warm books and ink were his only antidote.
In the whirlpool of power struggle, two souls covered with scars, one trapped in the past, the other hiding in the edge, finally became each other's only reliance, two-way redemption, life and death.
