Synopsis
She is the God of War. She is Shura. The soul driving a hundred thousand battle-hardened soldiers. Iron-boned, unyielding — she does not frown, she does not bend. Her mother died while she was off bleeding for her country. She swore revenge, then discovered the whole thing reeked of conspiracy. He is a knight, a doctor, a spy — gentle on the surface, steady underneath. He came close to her with his own agenda, but somewhere along the way he ended up mending her wounds instead. And then, without meaning to, he fell for her. Li Qingtong pressed her dagger…
