No one speaks of the bloody massacre from ten years ago anymore, and no one cares whether those two children survived or died.
What is the saddest thing in this world?
“If you want to save me, then kill me...”
Beneath the peach tree, she looked at him earnestly. There was not a hint of provocation in her words, as if that really was what she wanted.
“Brother... If you can have even one comfortable day, then I would be happy to go to hell.”
Looking at the woman kneeling beside him, he thought that perhaps he and his sister would have been better off dying with their parents back then.
“If you insist on being with that woman, then from this day on, you are no longer the young master of Washing Sword Tower!”
In White Tower, he bowed three times. The Changyue Sword shattered in his palm, and from that moment on, he never looked back.
Whose blood stained Sunset Slope red back then? If there could be one more chance, if only he could forget all of this...
