"Now that you know who I am, will you stay here tonight?"
"Why not?"
In the dim candlelight, he exchanged his life for one night. It was clearly a cup of poisonous wine filled with cinnabar and lacquered ink, but it was a ladle of his weak water.
Qingming wondered what kind of strange spell Shuten Doji had cast on him, making his desires unreasonable and unstoppable.
And since he was given this opportunity, he was willing to admit defeat.
Conception: