The first time I saw someone so cool and aloof, he didn't say a word. He simply stood there, proud and unyielding, with an air of frost-defying elegance. Just one glance, and his image was etched into my heart for a thousand years.
+++As if by design, I always had plenty of chances to spend time with him, and gradually came to admire this young gentleman. We studied together, practiced martial arts together, and played together. He was still the same as ever, distant and cold toward everyone. Meanwhile, I became more and more irreverent.
+++Later, I sent him a letter, and from then on, he left me. I thought we would meet again someday, never seeing the pain and reluctance in his eyes.
+++When we met again, three or four years had passed. Things were no longer as they once were. I felt he had changed, becoming someone who was strange and frightening to me.
+++In the end, we still couldn't overcome the grudges between our clans, and we met on the battlefield.
+++He died. I killed him with my own hands.
+++But there was still so much I hadn't said...
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