The junior brother Wan Ke killed with his own hands crawled back from hell.
At the martial arts competition, he smiled coquettishly and wildly with the face that I have nightmares about every night:
"Senior sister, it's me who should take the lead this year."
Everyone said that Zhao Shilan was so ambitious that he killed everyone in my family and deserved his death.
But when he died under Wan Ke's sword again, holding her wrist, coughing blood but still laughing, he said:
"Sister, you lose."
It wasn't until the peach blossoms fell and the setting sun was stained with blood that I understood his last words——
It turns out that when we first met under the peach blossom tree, it was already doomed.
Concept: All love is true, and so is hate.