What he gave her was the pain that still lingers in her midnight dreams many years later, the withering flowers all over the sky, and the subtle yet surging injuries on the joints on her body.
In that battle between immortals and demons, he nailed her firmly to the stone tablet with twenty-four golden feather arrows. The smile on his face was weird and beautiful. She saw her blood rushing out, drop by drop, piece by piece. Her brother's body was beneath her feet. There was wind blowing in the distance, but she didn't shed a tear. She seemed to hear the sound of her own heartbeat, one after another, powerful and slow.
She bared her teeth and touched the arrow collar with trembling hands. The smell of blood in the air was still spreading, getting stronger and stronger.