"Su Qingge, remember your identity." This was the first thing he said to me.
"My lord, remember your identity, you are just a cripple." This was my answer to him.
We tortured each other and hated each other, but we became each other's only comfort for countless late nights.
I thought I was covering up a piece of ice, but I didn't know that there was an abyss beneath the ice. To protect the white moonlight, he abandoned me like a worn-out shoe.
The barrage in my mind was going on, but I just thought it was ridiculous.
After I left, he realized that all his "strategies" were just the road to heaven that I paved for him through barrages.
He was crazy, completely crazy.
When we met again, he was covered in blood and kneeling at my feet: "I will give you my life, you come back."
I looked at the barrage in my mind, leaned down, and gently wiped the blood from his face.
"Your life is too dirty, I don't like it. Why don't you give me this country to play with?"
