The divine clan's grandson, Zhaoli Fuyuan, has completed his studies and taken leave of the gods to venture out into the world. What use is a landscape as beautiful as a painting, when all he does is bring people together? He thought he could live freely and carefree in the martial world, but fate had other plans. He found himself in such a chaotic age, watching the land fall to pieces as his grand dream came to nothing. I fear neither the inscrutability of human hearts nor open or hidden attacks. I fear only that my left hand will blind my eyes while my right hand slaughters everyone I have ever loved. "If even the gods are bound by fate, at least I can fool myself into thinking it was all meant to be."
(A mix of angst and sweetness, with no holding back on the emotional gut punches.) (Not a good-for-nothing comeback story, and not over-the-top wish fulfillment.) (I'm just a student, so please forgive the very slow updates during the school term.)
I don't know if I can give myself a 2-point praise...