The abandoned sword flashed through the coldness of a thousand years, and the heat of the fire quickly poured out by the fireside, and that bright smile appeared and disappeared in the fire.
Tongues of fire tore through her body, and blood and seductive sparks boiled around her. Her whole body was covered with too many scars, which were traces of love. They were desolate and spread all over her body. They were the absence of regrets suppressing the pain.
The fire began to die out, and the smell of blood was still lingering around. Everything is just right, coming from the earthly world, and then everything returns to the earthly world. In the misty light, everything just stopped.