In this life, I have met two people.
The first person was him. I never knew his name or what he looked like. All I can remember is his pure white military uniform and that white mask. He always appears when I'm in the most danger, but leaves when I'm fine.
The second person is Ye Huai. He gave me all his warmth and love, and he always said half-falsely and half-truly: "I am willing to give up cultivating immortals, giving up the world, and only become an astral master. I will grant you a lifetime wish."
Looking at them, I was dying, and finally shed tears, thinking: "It turns out that you are all just his shadow." I opened my eyes again, and saw his gentle look that I had never seen before, and I smiled: "I don't know whether you care about Xi or Bingjue, but in my heart, you are just one person." I grasped weakly. I touched his sleeves, and the bright red blood gradually dyed his long silver hair red. I used my last bit of strength to say to him: "I still hate you!" After I finished speaking, I saw tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. I closed my eyes weakly, thinking in my heart: "Because... I love you." Then, without sadness or joy, I disappeared into his arms.