She picked up the dagger with a blood-stained smile that made him suffocate with pain.
He suddenly turned around and used a gentle tone that made her cry cruelly.
Subordinates and superiors, thieves and kings.
Their love is a contradiction. One is reserved and warm, the other is forbearing and cold.
Their love was a mistake. A close friend raises an army and rebels, but a brother ends in tears.
They love each other, hurt each other, and embrace each other and separate.
——It seems like they are separated forever, but they are still dependent on each other for life.
"Once you leave here, you will never get a gift from me in return."
——There is no kind of love that is above freedom.
"You have to allow me to take back things that are not reciprocated in the first place."
——Freedom and love cannot have both.