Rong Xiyue said on the execution ground that her death had nothing to do with me. He turned around and buried the whole family alone, and huddled all night in front of the bluestone engraved with "Lover". Her bones had never been warmer since that day, and her mana and blood slowly leaked out. At the beginning of crossing the mountain, I was waiting for the closed door in prison, the wasted muscles and bones, the pulled nails, and the last breath when I was thrown into the valley.
She said I hate you, she said I hate you too. Their knees were all shattered on the same soil, and the same winter wind filled their bones.
Intention: Happiness comes too late, but just right