In the hazy outline of the morning mist, the vague outlines dissipated into dots in the light and were no longer visible.
It's the back. His back.
The morning fog dissipated, and the ground was filled with shocking red flowers, one by one, blooming wantonly from her body.
Blood! It's blood! So much blood!
She screamed, cried and shouted, blood and tears slid down together, and her eyes were full of ferocity.
"Help me... Save me..."
She crawled towards him as if asking for help, one step at a time, and with each step forward she vomited a mouthful of blood. But there was nothing in front of it. The last trace of his breath disappeared completely in the smell of blood.
The light blade instantly chopped down from above, not even leaving an afterimage. Like a falling star.
She was like a dying flower, slowly hanging down.
Some images flashed through her mind, but her consciousness was blurred, as if she was falling into an endless darkness...