Sword Qi Fills the Sky, Flowers Fill the Tower

Ximen Chuixue blows blood. Is his blood always cold? Is it truly satisfying to wash his sword with blood? Where did his swordsmanship come from? Where are his parents? I don't know. All I see are the plum blossoms at Wanmei Manor, red as blood. I see a young man who has lost his gentle smile. I see nothing but mockery in his laughter. I see two people who should never have crossed paths using the pain they inflict on each other to prove that the other exists. If all that remains of love is hurting each other, what will be left? Flowers fill the tower. He loves life as much as he loves flowers, but he is blind. He can feel, but he cannot see. What we cannot see often feels unreal, but does seeing something mean we know the truth? The Hua family has only six sons, yet Hua Manlou is the seventh. What story lies behind that? Hua Manlou has lived in darkness since he was seven. Why is he so grateful to fate? They say what the eyes don't see can't trouble you. Is his world really so dull and uneventful? Then why, when I look into your eyes, do I read such deep regret?