I laugh at the fact that I have killed countless evildoers, yet I am respected by others; I am good at doing good, yet despised by others.
I laugh at my appearance as ugly as a ghost in my previous life, and all my merits have been wiped out; I laugh at my current sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes like those of a god, and my cloak is stained with blood but no one scolds me.
I laugh at the fact that in my previous life, I only liked a man in my heart, so I was ridiculed for my inhuman appearance. Now, my wanton behavior is called elegance.
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