He Jing didn't ask, and didn't want to. This person wore too many masks. Tear one off, and there was another underneath. But even knowing it was a trap, a deception, He Jing still followed without hesitation. Just as his brother had said, this person was the only bit of human warmth in He Jing's world.
A general afraid of blood and a pavilion master who throws the court into chaos cautiously draw closer to each other amid the turmoil of war.
A cool and aloof general gong x a free-spirited pavilion master shou
[PS]
About the plot: The main characters aren't perfect. Everyone in the story is on a journey of self-discovery and finding their own salvation, and not everyone is guaranteed a perfect ending.
About updates: I've already written two-thirds of the story. Unless something unexpected happens, daily updates shouldn't be a problem.
The paragraph is really long... My eyes really hurt ㄟ(θθ)factory