"Have you ever regretted it?" He was dressed in black and had a unique fragrance.
"Haha, regret? I had no regrets a thousand years ago." The sword pierced his heart, but he had no regrets.
The biting cold wind howled, and the flowers that had never fallen for a hundred years disappeared quietly.
"In the future, you will live forever and be unable to reincarnate, and you will suffer the torture of hell. You are willing to do so." The voice was low, without any emotion.
"I have known my sins for a long time, and I am willing to be punished." He smiled boldly but sadly, "I just hope that you can forgive that man, he... Is not guilty to begin with."
The snow dances and the wind whistles, "If there is an afterlife, I will never let you down."
In the distance, the man's favorite peach blossoms scattered.
The coldness after the blood spilled, in exchange for this sentence, no regrets.
"In the next life... You must not forget this sentence." The voice was low, I wonder if the person heard it.
"Haha, even if you have long forgotten your oath, even if I no longer exist in this world, even if you have to suffer the torture of hell, I have no regrets."
The drops of blood and tears under the corners of the eyes bloomed and disappeared.
Everlasting love, no regrets.