We are at the end of grief.
We held the cold sharp blades and harvested the incoming heads.
Our expressions are numb and emotionless.
An accidental fall, we made an unforgivable mistake.
A crime that not even blood can cleanse away.
We are not supposed to love, not even ourselves.
Shi Xue: I have no regrets.
Mo Yu: I don't regret it.
We will never regret it.