"I brought her to you twice. I deserved it for letting go and causing the current situation. This time I won't give you this chance." The man wrapped the woman in his arms under his large black felt cloak. His eyelashes were tightly closed, and the blood at the corners of his mouth had long dried up in the cold wind. He felt indescribable pity.
The man in white clothes was staring at the man in blood-stained white clothes with sharp eyes filled with swords and swords. He saw the man in white clothes kneeling on one knee, holding the famous que in his hand. His face was pale, and his lips were white, but blood was flowing down the corners of his mouth. He was as isolated as the white snow on the red plum in the cold night wind. His eyes were no longer as bright as before.
Holding the woman in his arms, the snow crunched under his feet, each kick was stiff, but he couldn't bear to let go, "Master, brother, I will take you away now and never come back. Don't sleep, be good." His sharp-boned fingertips gently stroked the flying hair on the woman's temples, trying to walk farther and farther, disappearing in the cold wind of the long night.
The man in white kneeling in the snow looked at the scene that disappeared for a long time with his sword on the ground, leaving only a voice heard by one person: "Do you think you, the Demon Lord, will regret it? I have never regretted it. I hate the injustice of this world and the strangulation of fate, hahaha."
He looked up to the sky and laughed for a long time, and his limbs collapsed on the snow, letting the white snow fly and blur his eyes...