"Escape..."
The blood on A Niang's fingertips condensed into the last broken word
"A pariah deserves to ask why?"
The boy in brocade clothes crushed the earthenware bowl in the child's arms, and the arrowhead pierced the last oil lamp in the thatched house.
"Only by following me can revenge be avenged."
The young master of the Junhou Mansion wiped the bloody sword tassel and rubbed the bloody arrow with his palm.
"Aman, I forgot everything, isn't that okay?"
The snow on the sacred mountain never melts all year round. The man known as the Son of God knelt in the snow and handed over the poisonous candy with tears in his eyes.
Locust flowers are falling all over the ground, and cicadas are chirping all day long. I lean against the snow in the evening mountain alone.
