He said: "How satisfying it is to live and see your enemy's blood splattered and his body missing." So he hid beside his enemy as the closest person, waiting for the beauty of blood flowing from his throat with a sword.
She once believed deeply because of love, but in the end she realized, "How hatred can twist people's souls, making them live less than human beings. All the good things in their hands are torn to pieces crazily and can never be found again." It turns out that hatred is like this
And what is love? "She thought that loving someone means risking everything, but he has experienced the dangers of the world, and knows that there are many people in the world who can't help but want to keep or leave. Personal love is sometimes extremely small, like poems on red paper in a world that is confused and dangerous. Although it is extremely beautiful, it is as light as smoke and insignificant."
But everything can only be known when the love is strong, "The throbbing expectations are desperate, the suffering is torn to pieces. The more painful it is, the more infatuated it is, the more indulgent and sinking it is, the deeper the love goes into the bone marrow. I don't know where to end." It turns out that love is like this.
Two feuds, two people who each bear a blood feud, love and hatred are dissolved in the blood, and entangled in each other's palms. How can they cultivate a beautiful love flower in a topsy-turvy world?