Jiang Zhaoxue likes me, and he will accompany me to enjoy the pomegranate flowers in the summer and enjoy the snow in the winter.
In order to extend my life, he would bend his pride and kneel down to worship Kunlun step by step, just to seek a life-extending elixir for me.
The stone steps stained with blood are his sincere love.
I thought we would get married like all couples and stay together forever.
But that's all I thought.
On the wedding night, the thing that came before the acacia wine was the heart-gouging with a sword.
Under the dim candlelight, the young man's eyebrows were as gentle as ever, but his words were cold and piercing, "Aying will die without you..."
Ah Ying will die, what about me? I wanted to ask him, but even to my death I never caught a trace of his sleeve...
Intention: sincere love