In the shadow of the rose, the blade is locked in mist.
Qingli's armor was covered with cold frost, and the blood stains formed scabs on the armor lines, like a shadow that couldn't be healed under her eyes. On the day of the massacre, the wind blew through the city tower, and he stepped on the mess. He suddenly remembered the garden on the outskirts of the city - the girl in the white dress squatted in front of the rose bushes, fingertips dipped in morning dew and playing with the petals. The laughter of the children chasing butterflies behind her was so crisp that it could break the flames of war.
When he went back, the girl was sharing the cake with the children, and she rolled her eyes when she saw him. She called her Ah Zhi and said this was a temporary refuge. Her tone was so soft that she was afraid of being frightened away. He took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the teething baby. Looking at the broken hair hanging down from her temples, he actually forgot that there was still human blood in the seams of the armor. Did she not see it, or was she deliberately ignoring it?
Later I often went there, either bringing wild fruits or sitting and watching her water the flowers. On the day when the snake demon of the same race came, he instinctively stood in front of her. Only when the demonic power gathered on his fingertips did he realize: for this moment of warmth, he was actually willing to murder his fellow snake demon? The snake demon sneered and turned into ashes before it died. He looked at Ah Zhi's blank eyes, and a chill ran down his spine - what if she knew that there was her home in the city that the demon clan had flattened?
On the day when the transfer order came, he did not dare to say goodbye. Hearing that the garden had been robbed, when he galloped back, he only saw broken pieces under the broken wall.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
