In this life, she did not have the sworn love, nor did she believe that her floating soul found a cruel and unforgettable companionship, and found a heart-warming but too sad lingering. She defended the blooming love with complete determination, ruthlessly knocking down the warm entanglement, because of her firm belief in love, her soul was there, and her happiness was there.
Who touches Ming's heart, who outlines the trajectory of the heartbeat, and who is entrenched in Ming's heart. Love is like a sword, piercing deeply into the heart without leaving a trace of blood.