I am seventeen years old. Tomorrow at nine o'clock I will cut my master into a pig with my own hands.
Tonight, when we visited the prison, she bit open the waistband of my pants, put the Forgetfulness Gu into my mouth, and touched my Adam's apple with the tip of her tongue.
The chains on her limbs jingled like a watch drum.
If my sword misses even one point, she will live and I will be disabled; if my knife does not miss her, she will die and I will become a loyal minister.
Before the drum sounds, I have to choose which life will give her rebirth.
