From the moment I met Lu Qingming, I think I fell in love with him, and then slowly fell in love with him and then hated him. I think I will never know why he only has peach blossoms in his eyes. This is probably a secret that he cannot tell.
That day when it snowed in the Northland, oh yes, it always snows in the Northland. He was wearing a fox fur coat, holding his peach-shaped waist with his hands, smiling lightly, his eyes reflected the broken stars of last night. I was in the tent, watching Lu Qingming like that carefully, and murmured:
So beautiful.
Shang Xun should have died in my hands, right? He never took off his cold mask until his death. I know he longed for warmth. He was like a stubborn child, and in the end he went further and further away from his wish. When he died, that cold look in his eyes was so scary, but I know he didn't hate me. He felt that his father owed me something, so he wanted to pay it back to me for his father. He said that debts from father to son are repaid. He said, Yingying, you are so disgusting. But I know, and I am the only one who knows, he said this simply because he didn't want to make me feel guilty, that's for sure. And I didn't even fulfill my final promise to him. When I killed Shang Hu, I only felt the pleasure of killing my enemy with my own hands.
When the ice froze me, I finally shed a drop of blood and tears.