Healing Notes for a Secondhand Shadow Guard

Blurb: Wu Sha was nothing but a sword abandoned by its master. He didn't care about life or death, and accepted his fate without complaint, so he didn't care where his sword mound would be. He could be buried anywhere, even ten thousand miles away. But Shen Jinghong picked up the battered old sword anyway. People always said that assassins were heartless, sharp all over, and able to slice through iron like mud. But Shen Jinghong gently brushed away the dust that had settled on the sword, inch by inch, taking in Wu Sha's sharp edges and old wounds with the utmost care. Who among us is not made of flesh and blood? Beneath an assassin's many scars lies a heart burning with sincerity. People pass by in haste, shocked or afraid, die beneath his blade, and treat him like worthless trash. Amidst all the bloodshed, only Shen Jinghong saw that heart, and won it. The jianghu is vast enough to hold every grudge and every love, yet also small enough for just two people, one sword, and countless nights spent leaning on each other. Other Main CP: Gentle, refined physician X battle-worn assassin bodyguard Side CP 1: Arrogant master of the Fine Rain Tower X an inherited saber Side CP 2: Carefree playboy who takes life as it comes X a beautiful madman haunted by an old love This story is racing toward its ending. The setting is simple and has a jianghu flavor. All the couples are each other's first and only love. Contains dog-like and sword-like characterization. The side couple has a little angst. The biggest potential deal-breaker is that the main shou is just a little taller than the gong. If that bothers you, don't come in; swipe left to exit. Theme: Love means firmly holding on to each other's hands