"So, are you satisfied?" The white clothes were stained with blood. He looked at the sword still inserted in her chest and looked at her eyebrows. Why did she come to this point, to the point of meeting each other with the sword drawn? The person he loved most was her, how could he bear to let her get hurt. The man she had devoted her life to fell to the ground in a state of disgrace. The wounds on her chest made her calmer and more desolate. She forcefully pulled out the sword from her chest, and blood exploded on her white clothes, with a fierce persistence just like her. Holding the sword, he walked towards the man who had turned pale since just now. A sense of humor came to his mind, "Have I ever betrayed you?" The man stared closely at the person in blood-clothed clothes in front of him. Even now, she still had a beauty that was scorching. "Actually, I don't owe you anything..." The voice was so soft that it couldn't be heard in the air, but it made him stiffen. "That's all, let's pretend that we owe you nothing from now on." She put the sword next to him. He curled his fingers but lacked the strength or courage to hook her clothes. The bloody clothes passed from the corner of his eyes, and together with them there was a feeling that he would never have again. A painful and frightening sound came out of his mouth, and words of emotion fell from his strong chin...