In the dream that had once fallen apart in Xia Mu's mind, she stood outside a dilapidated garden villa. The broken bridge and crumbling walls hinted at the house's former splendor, as if a party were still being held inside, with a woman's voice singing a song he loved. The tune was familiar, and she suddenly longed to know who was singing. Someone outside the door began humming along. As the final note drifted away, she saw the singer and the person humming. They were her younger self and him. She stood rooted in place, her eyes brimming with tears, her heart filled with the sorrow of a lifetime apart... Love and sorrow alike belonged only to the past, with no future. What was lost and missed in the past would never return.
You stay within your fortress. I have no intention of besieging your city or crossing blades with you. The blade's tip pierces your skin, and I have conquered you. So I can only destroy you: Xia Mu
The writing style is so cruel...