Fantasy Love

She was his disciple but turned out to be a monster, and he wanted to destroy the monster eventually, but on the case, he prepared a red crane for her. A lifetime of master and disciple, a lifetime of companionship, all the vicissitudes of life are just passing smoke, nothingness. There is as much love as there is hate. I just want to be by his side for the rest of my life, but I am not of his kind, and the world cannot tolerate her. Under the demon-slaying sword, love has been broken; before the crane's crown is red, the heart has been broken. How can we hope that the old love will remain? How can I expect it to be the same as before? (PS: This article is a "criticism". If you don't like children's shoes, you can ignore it. In addition, this article was created by me, but the scenes may be somewhat similar, so don't read if you don't like it.) Intention: