"The water in Canglang is so clear that I can hold my tassel on it."
"Zigui cries with blood and tears. If you don't believe that the east wind can't call him back."
She closed her eyes and traced the familiar edges and corners of his face with her fingers. She couldn't remember how long she had been in love with them.
"What is the name of this sword?"
"Call it Yizhen."
The long sword in his hand trembled uneasily, and the old sword tassel was half hanging down as if it had lost its vitality.
"He was born in the season when Zigui cries for blood. Zigui's surname is Cuckoo and Cuckoo, so he is named Buhu."
"Does that mean that he is destined to be unable to love you all his life?"
It's spring again, and the azaleas are already blooming all over the hillside. I wonder what he's like at this time.
——Even though thousands of people spit on me and tens of thousands of people point at me, I still have my heart's desire. Even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets.