1 "A ruthless sword, the world is scorched" by Hua Qiangu and colleagues
I watched the Xuanyuan sink into my chest, followed by a burst of blood splashing within five steps. Your white robe is not immune, stained with my salty blood. I feel a sense of relief, which probably makes you frown.
It's ridiculous that I've been tortured so much in my life, yet I can still have so much blood to shed when I die.
2 "The End of the Thirteenth Month" by Hua Xu and colleagues
I never thought that his final resting place would be on the top of Huating Mountain. During the three years that I was imprisoned in Huating Mountain, I thought that I was separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers, and that we would never recover. I never thought that even if he died in the end, he would still be lying on the top of the mountain not far away, guarding me.
As I walked along, I saw the surrounding scenery clearly for the first time in several years. Now the autumn wind is indifferent and the begonia flowers are blooming.