"You Shi, I'm sorry..." Blood dripped down the extremely cold knife.
"I owe you this... Now, we're settled..." The man in black pulled out the knife inserted in his belly, threw it aside, turned around, and walked away. For him who is used to numbing pain, this should be nothing. . . . .
Childhood sweethearts, who have been in love for three lifetimes and will never be separated from each other for the rest of their lives. What they are telling is not their story. Their stories may be long or short, but if you want to tell them thoroughly, there is only one word: hate. Yes, this is the only word left between the two of them.
She hated him because he destroyed her family and killed her emperor, but in the end, even revenge was a joke, so how could she do anything?
He hates him, just because she hates herself. It turned out that he couldn't escape that word either. Helpless, I just smiled.
One should have waited for his golden years to choose a favorite as his consort and live out his life in peace; the other should have been unrestrained, becoming a self-proclaimed king and enjoying everything in the world; but fate tied them together with just a red thread, but they could not break it despite the weight of it.
This red line is the biggest helplessness for the two of them. . .