The memory of dying is like a knife, cutting through the layers of lies: Is he the real murderer or the guardian? Is she a pawn or an avenger? When the dagger pierces the chest, when the unspoken truth comes to an abrupt end, can this reunion at the cost of life pay off the blood feud and deep love debt that spanned ten years?
Intention: Use hatred as the shell and love as the core - ten years of misunderstanding hides deep feelings, and the desperation reunion finally breaks the lie. What Ginkgo witnesses is never a blood feud, but redemption and debt that spans life and death.