I brought my arch-rival home who was seriously injured and had amnesia.
The sharpest sword in the court in the past is now the gentlest sword in my hand.
I taught him how to recognize people, gave him strategies, and watched him clear obstacles for me.
Until his life experience was revealed, my closest enemy by blood had the hatred of exterminating my family.
I personally pushed him towards the truth and into the abyss of being my enemy.
But he came back stained with blood and whispered in my ear:
"Your Highness, the blade will always point in the direction you point."
——What I picked up was not a disaster, but a willing weakness and armor.
Intention: What you love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled