He had killed people, shed blood, and walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Everyone said that Marquis Jing'an's heart was iron-clad. He thought he would never be soft to anyone in his life.
Until that rainy night, he drifted from the river to a deserted village and was dragged ashore by a woman. She saved his life, he lied, she tied his hands and feet.
Later, when she entered Dali Temple, the Marquis Jing'an sitting in the hall had exactly that face.
But he stopped her behind the office and looked down at the red marks on her fingertips.
"Injured?"
She took a step back and said in a gentle voice: "Master Marquis, please respect yourself."
Until that day, he fell down with an arrow. In his blur of consciousness, he heard her calling his name. The voice of the woman who had always been cold and cold shattered into pieces of porcelain on the floor.
He held her hand with strength as light as the wind: "So you are afraid too."
Purpose: redemption