She used blood as medicine to extend his life for ten years. He hated her to the core because her existence reminded him of his weakness. On the eve of her wedding, she left quietly and died in the wind and snow. He chased her for thirty miles and only had time to catch her last tear. Later, he remained unmarried and planted iris flowers all his life - that was her name, and it was also his longing for her belatedly throughout his life.
