A Romantic Legend: How Tragic

The girl walked step by step toward hell, blood running down her calves, leaving a bloody footprint with every step.

God watched the girl's wretched, pitiful state with cold indifference, a look of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

She felt no emotion, no warmth, as blood poured from the hideous wound in her chest.

The girl didn't flinch. She only walked on with greater resolve.

There was nothing left. She had nothing at all anymore.

Satan opened his arms in welcome, greeting the traveler who had come from afar.

The demons lapped up the blood the girl had left behind, tore out her still-beating heart, and offered it to the sleeping Lucifer.

In the distance, Heaven sang its holy hymns. Dragging her broken body along, the girl sneered.

Hey, you who abandoned me and destroyed me, you'd better stay alive!

Keep living, for a long, long time, until the day I crawl up from Hell to find you!

Those three names engraved in my bones: Cain, Frey, and Zhao Gongming.

You'd better wait for me!