When the bamboo horse became the most cold-blooded demon in the world, I stood on the edge of the cliff, holding the jade pendant he gave me ten years ago in my hand. The sound of the wind in my ears was very much like the clear echo of his laughter when we rode horses side by side.
At that time, I still didn't understand why he disappeared overnight, leaving only the words "I will never see you again in this life." When we met again ten years later, he was dressed in black and walking in blood, and his eyes no longer had the warmth of his youth. I became a person on the right path, but he became a Shura that everyone feared. But I know that the tenderness hidden under the frost has never really died.
Difficulties are coming like a tide - there is no coexistence between good and evil, the teachers are intolerant, and the people are afraid. I not only want to find out the truth about the family dispute back then, but also want to prevent him from continuing to fall into the abyss. Every step is like stepping on the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you will be doomed.
The turning point begins with a life-and-death encounter. He blocked the fatal blow for me, and at that moment, his eyes wavered. I took the opportunity to sneak into the softest corner of his heart, using memories as a sword and old feelings as a shield, to pry open his cold shell bit by bit.
The cost is myself. In order to save him, I betrayed my master; in order to protect him, I suffered infamy. There were rumors in the world that I had fallen, but little did they know that I just wanted to bring him back.
If love is obsession, then I am willing to perish. However, when good and evil, love and justice are swinging at both ends of the balance of fate, how should humans choose?
