He once loved someone
Love enough to give up his beloved deviant ways
Stand beside him with a pen and fight with him
Even if that person was as cold as ice and never gave him a look.
Until later, he looked at the man standing in front of him
The blood dyed the man's snow-white robe red.
"How I miss... The mountains and rivers that will control you for the rest of your life."
Later, he was unscathed, but his Taoist priest never woke up again.