*It is another rainy night in mid-spring, but it is so cold to the bone. A dark figure stumbled into the courtyard door. He leaned against the wall feebly and slapped the window with all his strength, but there was no answer, no light, not even a sound. Gradually, he curled up into a ball in despair, shivering... The intense grief made him cough more violently. He held his chest with his hands, and it took him a while to recover. A sad smile appeared on his face, and his voice became deeper, with a plaintive begging.
*In the room, there was a deathly silence, blood dripped down Lingyun's arm, she pinched herself tightly, and except for the tears flowing freely, she seemed completely unconscious. "How cold he must be, how cold, how cold..." After repeating these words, she cried softly.
* "I met her first, I discovered her first in Ningchuan City, it was all me first!"
* "This land and the people on it have already suffered terribly due to years of war. They need peace and hope, not everything that your flames of revenge bring."