Changle is still young, and it cannot be exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold.
He was dressed in black and she had white hair. The tears have long dried up, but they leave deep marks. He knew that it would be difficult to enter her heart again in this life.
"Ayang, don't blame me. If I can't win this country, how can I promise you a worry-free life?"
"What a worry-free life." Her lips were a bright red under the white hair. "Mo Cheng, you killed my father and brother, wiped out my whole family, gave me poisonous wine to drink, and worried about my white hair. You really promised me a worry-free life."
He smiled sadly and turned around, a line of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Now that you know it, I have nothing to say. Just think that I have failed you." He left without hesitation, and the fluttering clothes were smeared with a touch of gold in the sun.
He struggled to reach a place where she couldn't see him, but couldn't hold on any longer. He whispered: "Young music is still young, and you can't exchange it for a thousand pieces of gold. This is what I promised you, so how can you break your promise? The Prime Minister is so kind to me, so how can I harm him. It's over, Ayang, I am only willing to use this country and my life to exchange for your worry-free life."