"How about you redeem me?"
"So what if I kill her? Why don't you take my life?"
He didn't know how to write many words, but he only remembered her name. It was the owner of this name who accompanied him through countless moments of silence
She thought that what was waiting for her would be glory and wealth, but she didn't expect that he was actually a poor mute.
It is he who weaves bamboo under the moon, and it is he who stains the plain clothes with blood.
"What is she to you?" "..."
The voice in my heart silently repeated: She is the most important person to me.