She was wearing small white cloth shoes decorated with plum blossoms, dragging her misty white skirt, which vaguely exuded the fragrance of suhe, and wandered on the river bank. Suddenly he fluttered his sleeves and moved lightly, walking and playing. He leaned on a colorful tree on his left and was shaded by a osmanthus flag on his right. He stretched out his bare hands on the river beach to pick the calamus beside the water. She murmured to the blue sky, "If I invite you, how about you stay with me for the rest of your life? If I hold your hand and hide in my white head, will you abandon the world?" She said: I will only fight for Gu Linmo in this life. He said: I am only for you in this life, and I am willing to exchange this great country for your youth in this life. She looked coldly at the bloody corpse behind her. The white shirt was fluttering, without a trace of blood. The blood on the sword dripped on the water, dizzy and blooming. Faintly facing the person kneeling in front of him, he said, "You will never have a chance to fight back, giving yourself a grave. Haha... Tsk tsk... Red is always the main color of people, so exciting..."