He staggered back and took a step back. After all, he did not stop. He used his last bit of strength to hold his sword on the ground. Blood gradually spread on his chest, like a poppy flower that crowned all the flowers. The red blood seemed a bit abrupt when paired with the white clothes that were not stained by dust.
At this time, he smiled, so tenderly that one couldn't help but be fascinated: "Lingnan, are you happy with this sword strike?"
The woman frowned, and the Yu Yijian in her hand was shaking uncontrollably. Two lines of tears overflowed from her eyes: "I, I didn't mean it."
He raised his arm with great difficulty to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and whispered, "Is it just because I am a demon? Anyway, I have never blamed you for anything. In the next life, I will not be a demon, but just you and your husband, okay?"
"Pfft" He covered his chest and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The bright moonlight reflected on his extremely pale face, "Promise me, Lingnan!"
She dropped the sword in her hand and hurriedly caught him who was about to fall. She choked and said, "I promise you, and we must be the happiest couple in the world! Husband and wife, raising children, playing the piano and the harp in harmony."
When he heard her say this, he smiled with relief, his bones turning into pieces.
The once beautiful vows are now only the flowers on the other side of the Forgotten River. Flowers are buried on the other side, and flowers bloom on the other side. The redness of that place was like blood, beautiful and alluring.