Bronze cannot be tempered without fierce flames, and true affinity cannot be proven without a thunderbolt. Smoke covers a thousand miles? The green hills burn to ash? Nonsense. I'm here, so they can only imagine it. What is there to regret? From now on, heaven and earth belong to me.
The blurb is for acting cool; the story is for laughs. A love story from a remote mountain village (not really). Logic and writing have run off together, leaving only a total nutcase behind _(:з"∠)_ Modern warfare, don't sweat the details.
I really like this tone (???_??)?