The first time they met, she stood on the bridge holding a fan and looked at him dancing his sword beautifully under the bridge.
The second time they met, she almost killed him with a dagger.
The third time we met, she danced gracefully in red.
My heart was so bound without any foreplay.
Many, many years later, he held her ashes and asked with a wry smile,
"Chu Yin, why... Why did you want my life in the first place?"
"You know clearly that my life is so hard..."
There was a crisp sound of bells coming from behind, followed by the woman's familiar cold tone,
"Well, thanks to you, my life is not weak..."