When she was eighteen years old, Xie Linyuan placed a wine flask on her threshold. Engraved on the bottom of the pot is: When I return, I will drink with you.
She didn't say anything to keep him.
Three years later, she killed Jiutian and saw the head's daughter and Young Master Yaoguang standing beside him. With a cold face, she said two words: "Not familiar."
He didn't know that she almost died in the cellar before she arrived.
She didn't know that he practiced swordplay alone late at night in the upper world, and the sword blade was covered with his own blood.
Later, on the day when the truth was revealed, she used her body to block the fatal blow for him - she had always carried the sword she had given him.
He said, "What do you want to do?"
She said: "When you blocked that blow for me, you didn't even think about the cost."
Three hundred years. A sword. A flagon.
And something she never had time to say.
