I'm not afraid that you will forget me. I'm afraid you'll remember me, I'm already in the dirt. You pour wine in front of the grave, and the wine seeps into the soil. I can't drink.
She painstakingly suppressed the remaining sword spirit in his body, shortening his life by ten years. The price is that the gray hair gets longer and longer, and the hands become more and more shaky. He said, "Then wait for me. When I'm in the dirt, I'll open a turbid wine and sword house over there. You will be the boss's wife." She said, "Okay."
She is a thousand-faced fox who deceives everyone. I was the only one who took off my mask in front of him, and the only one who forgot to put it back on in front of him. He spent three years chopping firewood to practice a sword, and she gave him ten years of life in exchange for his sobriety. Later, there was an unnamed tomb outside Yanmen Pass. He owed her wine and used this to repay it with his life.
She could forget him for a day by pulling out a single gray hair, and she couldn't bear to part with even one.
Intent: Revenge and protection are intertwined, learn to hold and release the sword, and compose BE aesthetics with restraint of cold love.