That year, when I first met him, I had not yet shed my childishness and my face was covered with scars.
"What's your name?" He smiled slightly.
"I don't have a name."
"How about I give you a name? Have you ever dreamed of anything, or what do you like?"
There was a deep smile in his eyes, very gentle and warm. He was the best person I had ever met in my 13 years of life, apart from my master and senior brother. Unexpectedly, in the end, I was still stuck in that smile.
"I dreamed of two butterflies."
"Butterfly? Zhuang Zhou Meng Die... Is indeed good. How about I call you Die Yi?" He nodded slightly.
"But you haven't given me a last name yet?" I was quite impatient.
His eyes suddenly darkened, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Die, that's your last name."
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"It was you... Who killed Shuang'er." His tone was terrifyingly calm.
I watched him hug Meng Shuang tightly, and the pain in my heart was unbearable. The frost on his eye masks gradually solidified more and more, and his vocal cords were completely frozen.
"Meng Shuang deserved her death." I said slowly with my inner strength.
How desperate he must be to be like this.
"Shuang'er is dead, what do I care about in this world?" He cast a barrier to protect Meng Shuang's body, then picked up the Broken Ice Sword on the ground and rushed towards me.
It turns out that you will love her until your death.
I have never lost, I just made mistakes. My mistake was that I used too much emotion.