Under Jiuye's Sword, There Is No Residual Warmth

She is a blade tempered in the Wang family's iron prison. When she was nine years old, she hid in a closet and listened to her parents' screams being cut off by gunshots. From then on, the whip marks and blood on the training ground became the only "normal" in her perception. When she was ordered to monitor Xie Yuchen at the age of twelve, she clutched the poisonous needle hidden in her sleeve, but was dazzled by the light reflected by the silver chain when he raised his hand - the pink shirt was too bright, like a spring she had never seen before, forced into the gray sight. Jie Yuchen accurately calculated her loneliness and used half a piece of still-warm osmanthus cake to protect her from the Wang family's punishment, saying "she is mine", making her an informant. But later, he would give her hand warmers at night when she was delivering information, and he would clumsily apply medicine to her when she injured her leg during training. She regarded these as salvation, but she didn't realize that deep in his eyes, there was always the weighing of being the head of the Nine Sects. On the day of reckoning, the remaining forces of the Wang family stared at their "traitor" and clamored for Jie Yuchen to give an explanation to Jiumen. When the butterfly knife pierced her abdomen, she saw his knuckles turning white - he had left some room, but she knew that only her death could clear him of the suspicion of "collaborating with the enemy" and preserve his reputation as the ninth master. She suddenly smiled and took the initiative to put it on the blade. The blood spattered on his pink shirt, like burning sparks. "This way... Jiumen won't blame you." She was furious, and her fingertips finally brushed against his cuffs, which were the places where she had secretly embroidered dark patterns. When she died in his arms, the wind was still filled with cheers for the destruction of the Wang family. Only when Xie Yuchen hugged her who was gradually getting colder did he understand his so-called "layout" and he had already lost his heart in it.