People in the world call me "Junzi Sword" and praise me for my graceful demeanor and the clear breeze and bright moonlight.
But I know I don't deserve this title—at least in that person's eyes, I'm just a hypocrite.
He is my second junior brother, the person I wanted to protect the most, and the person who tore my heart apart with his own hands and betrayed my master.
He hates me to the core, yet he is obsessed with me.
But in this world, he is not the only one who is obsessed with me?
The innocent little junior sister, the sincere and enthusiastic junior brother, the old friend who once had swords with me, the way they looked at me gradually became filled with a different kind of heat that made me suffocate.
But how could I, such a hypocritical "gentleman", deserve to be treated so differently by them?
[Reading Tips]
1. It's so bloody, it's so bloody, it's so bloody, if you can't accept it, you can run away first.
2. Thousands of people are attracted by them, but most of them are very thick single arrows. Because the protagonist doesn't know it, it feels a little forced.
3. The first-person perspective of the protagonist has limited cognition and low self-esteem. Don't believe the protagonist's views and evaluations of himself.
4. The protagonist is a true gentleman, and the hypocrite is a rumor spread by people who are jealous of him, but he himself does not believe it.
Intention: Just be good at this piece of shit