A person is smart but not lax, talented but not arrogant. Killing but kind-hearted, domineering but gentle, doting but cruel, with the air of a king, and even more of a master. In this world, there is only one person named Puyang Huaiying.
When I was seven years old, in the morning, in front of three thousand people, I saw only you. Seeing you for the first time is like a jade stone opening, or a deer in the depths of the forest. What I see when I look back is blood jade splattering, not a child but a trapped beast, with blood-red eyes licking its own wounds alone and full of sorrow. I want you.
With such a transparent and calm look, it would be nice to call you Eryu.
At that time, the person who stayed with me like a cub and was extremely close to me was you, but twelve years later, it was you who imprisoned me like a trapped animal. Those short essays are all written to you, and all letters begin with Shu Yi Er Yu. From Eryu at the beginning to the Son of God in Xuemo to Xihou to Lady Guigu, you looked at me with thousands of faces, and I gave you pain in each face but you responded with songs. There are too many promises, but only you are rooted in blood. King Jin rebelled, and the four kingdoms were in chaos. Those who said, "I will sail through thousands of miles of waves, no one is here, only you." Later, when you are chased by the world and the world becomes a chess game, I am willing to cause this disaster for you. Eryu, Eryu, let me formally confess to you.
Eryu, my jade, spread the ink on the jade stone, and engrave the heart on the cinnabar. The first sentence became a prophecy, you are the jade stone, and I am the knife maker. What I said when I was imprisoned in you that time was too great. In the end, I said what you wanted to hear too late. Fortunately, you are not tired of me like this.