He clenched the silver-white magic sword in his hand and said: The late care is just atonement.
She shook her head lightly and replied calmly: I have made so many mistakes, when will you see me redeem myself?
He raised his head, with a look of forbearing determination in his eyes.
Her smile deepened and she pulled out a piece of rice paper from her sleeve.
The faint handwriting seemed familiar.
"I just want to tell you that my love for you is as eternal as the moon and as high as the sun."