"The fragrance of the bones"
She wanted to die all her life, but her life became the sharpest knife in other people's hands.
After three years in Jiangnan, she hit it off with him. He thought she was a gentle and intelligent orphan girl in distress. She bandaged his wounds, watched the snow with him, and listened to the rain on the porch, but she never asked his name or her own surname. He waited for her to speak, waited for three years, and only waited until she left a piece of paper: I am lucky in this life, Jiangnan and you know each other.
They met again in front of the two armies. She penetrated the wings of his best friend's sister, the last pure-blooded angel of the Fu family, with a sword. The sword was the cold incense he forged for her with his own hands.
She brought his most cherished sword to repay his most deadly love. He took her back and risked his life to protect him, but she said to him late at night: "She will not die, she will become a living dead."
He thought she was returning the favor, but she was setting up a trap that even he couldn't tell. And when between her and him stood his brother who lived and died together, her half-relative - this was a situation that no one could retreat from.
"You are you and I am me. There is no such word between us."
But that word had already been engraved into her bones and seeped into his blood.
——The name of the sword is Leng Xiang. The fragrance of pity for bones, whose bones are pitiful, and whose fragrance is cold.
Purpose: In troubled times, no one can survive alone. They each bear the burden of family, country, blood, grievances, and even in the position of swords facing each other, they still refuse to give up the last bit of tenderness.