She is dead.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her quietly.
A long time.
"If your sister is so cruel, why should I be tolerant?"
But when the sword was across her neck, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"What a woman who loves to lie. But you are so similar."
"But, do you think I really won't avenge your sister?"
"I am really a sister, you believe me, I love you..."
Blood-stained cold sword.
"Why are you still telling this lie?"
"Mo'er, you have me, I'll help you." He also had determination on his face.
I just feel a mixture of love and hate.