"If you don't love me, you are sorry for my dead parents! Don't forget the promise you made to my parents before they were alive!" Li Xiyue raised her sword and pointed at Xiaotian and said bitterly.
Xiaotian, who was kneeling in front of the graves of Li Baibian and his wife, said expressionlessly: "I haven't forgotten. But we can't be together!"
Li Xiyue howled loudly: "Li Xiaotian, Li Xiaotian, I hate you, I hate you!" Then she looked up to the sky and cried loudly: "God, why are you teasing me like this? Why? Why?..." He took off the filial piety cloth from his head and swung his sword back, breaking the filial piety cloth into two pieces. Then she said with tears: "Li Xiaotian, I, Li Xiyue, have such a relationship with you today. I will never have anything to do with you again!" He threw down the sword and left angrily with pain.
Xiaotian was left alone to be beaten by the rain, feeling regret and grief...