At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, the breeze blew and the apricot blossoms were scattered. Sikong was lying under the tree, his clothes stained red with blood. He showed a wry smile. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape such an ending.
He raised his head, and the person next to him held his hand. He didn't know whether she was happy or sad. She was probably happy that she could finally leave him. "Go find him quickly..." He murmured.
He had never been happy and unrestrained in this life, and only she and Jing had given him warmth. It was time to let her go.
She gently brushed away the fallen apricot blossoms from Sikong Luan's face with her hand, "I promised Jing that I would always stay by your side."
"Jing..." Thinking of his younger brother, Sikong Luan closed his eyes again, "You don't have to keep your promise to him."
"But, you told me that when this is all over, you will take me to Jiangnan, have you forgotten?" The hands caressed his face, and a tear fell on Sikong Luan's eyebrows.
"Are these tears shed for me..."
(The copywriting has nothing to do with the ending)