Before seeing the person, I first smelled the fragrance of the medicine.
He was a doctor who was unable to cure his own illness. A single dose of medicine could not cure his illness. The world thought he would not live more than a few years. No one knew that he came down the mountain to avenge a blood feud that wiped out his family; no one knew that he remembered every detail of that revenge, but he couldn't hate it.
She was a knife that was sent up the mountain.
She kills people with a smile, but turns her head to miss a piece of candy; a branch or a grain of rice can kill someone in her hands. She was not afraid of anything, she didn't understand pain, she didn't understand death, she only recognized him. The red silk that bound her hair was the only color all over her body - she said, I won't reveal it to you until the day you are about to die.
A person who can't hate, a knife who doesn't know how to be afraid.
He wanted to use her as a revenge knife, but step by step, he returned a girl who had been betrayed.
It wasn't until the layers of truth were revealed that he saw clearly: the revenge he wanted to take, the hand that sharpened him into a knife, and the insoluble medicine on her body were all in the same game.
To save her, he would die.
He refused.
CP: The sickly plotter doctor × The fearless knife
Purpose: Even if you are a sword, you must live as a person who can choose for yourself