The Shadow Guard's sword scabbard is always glowing with cold light, and there are countless old wounds hidden under the black armor. He was the emperor's sharp knife, and he never hesitated for a moment when taking action, until he met Shen Qingci, the doctor who was always drying herbs in front of the medicine house, with the fragrance of grass and trees on his fingertips.
Shen Qingci's medicine pestle hit the stone mortar, and his voice was somewhat warm. He had seen too many swords and swords, but he was particularly concerned about Ling Yue's fatigue when he lowered his guard. He would frown when his wounds became inflamed, and leave a light on when he returned late at night, as if he had already calculated that this barbed sword would eventually soften its edge for him.
One is Han Ren, who is accustomed to walking alone, and the other is Wen Yu, who is guarding a medicine house. They are two lines that will never intersect, but in a certain pursuit and rescue, they became the only exceptions to each other.
Sorry, I don't know how to write at all. I just love watching movies and Weibo. I can't find new ones so I can only grit my teeth and add more. I don't have an outline and I don't know how to plot. I have a little OC and if.
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Intention: Two completely different souls, in each other's edges and tenderness, have found a symbiosis that is deeper than compatibility.