She was a girl who died young and her life was not meant to be cut off. She was rescued and taken as a disciple. She was gifted and simple-minded. Unexpectedly, she met him in a battle, and she vaguely remembered that he was wearing a battle robe, falling from the sky, with black hair flying, and killing countless enemies in the clouds and flowing water. I don't know whose eyes it has caught, or whose dust it has strayed into.
He, a god of war, cold and aloof, had he ever imagined that she would fall into his eyes beside the Qingchuan River and under the willow tree. He still remembered that she was dressed in red, with flying ribbons, and a long sword that was magical. Who would have expected? Infatuation and resentment are nothing more than this, regret and sorrow are nothing more than this!