She was once a simple person. She will wear a white dress, smile and kiss flowers.
But when her hands were stained with blood and her sword penetrated other people's chests, she was buried in endless hatred.
She was just born with poisonous blood, so why do so many people regard her as a jackal, tiger, or leopard?
Until, I had him by my side.
He went through life and death countless times for him, but all he got in exchange was a pile of lies.
Is it because of hatred again?
The violent energy turned into a boundless black cloud.
Live like a fallen flower, and die with an unworthy life.