"You are my bird." In the forest, he kissed her forehead, his eyes as gentle as moonlight.
"And you are my wild wolf." She smiled and held his hand back, with the Silk Oath flower in her wrist waiting to bloom.
Three years later, the masquerade.
He held her hand and leaned down to whisper at the climax of the waltz: "You are so beautiful tonight that I want to destroy you."
The next second, her parents fell to the ground, blood staining the red carpet.
He took off his mask to reveal his blond hair and crushed the flowers on her wrist:
"Remember, from now on, it is called the Crown of Ember - you are only worthy of wearing a crown made of ashes."
She became his prison bird, facing the gray-white sea of death flowers that he had planted day and night.
Until she weaved those "ashes" into a crown, put it on her head, and inserted the dagger into the place where the dagger he gave her should be.
"The oath has been made, the flowers turned into purple embers." She wrote in her blood, "This crown is given to you, and you will enjoy solitude forever."
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True: Chasing his wife at the crematorium, even if she is cremated, she can't catch up
The male protagonist pushes his lover to death with his own hands and will be punished for the rest of his life
In the early stage, the redemption in the forest was so sweet that it caused tooth decay; in the later stage, the palace torture was so sweet that it caused heart attack.
Intention: Redemption, make progress every day, praise