Legend has it that whoever holds the west wind controls the world, and whoever holds the cold sun controls the world...
As the only surviving descendant of the Xifeng family, Bixiu has been dormant for more than ten years, hoping to avenge the massacre of her family. By chance, she took in a boy who was a few years younger than herself. Sometimes, she would feel that the boy's eyes were very bright, as if there were no shackles in the world that could restrain this child. Including... The hatred that I can never get rid of.
Teenagers can be extremely childish sometimes, but if they are serious, they never look like teenagers. She is more sophisticated than him and knows how to take precautions, but sometimes she always feels that she loses far more than she gains. And although his life seems to be simple and haphazard, it is full of laughter every day.
When one day, he stretched out his hands to her, the sun shone into the window of his heart, and the wind brought the seeds of hope and sowed them in his heart. She walked towards him, and suddenly found that the shackles of fate were more ruthlessly separating her from him forever. This time, not only him, but also the world was separated from him. If her soul no longer belongs to her, how will she face the world and that young man who is ignorant of the world?
When a great revenge is avenged, it is also the end of the world. If you are dead, you can only:
I will give my soul to the sword, hoping that there will be no chaos in the world for a hundred years.
I give my heart to you, and I hope that the young man will be happy all his life.
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Ahem, the copywriting is a bit sad, I didn't mean it, I did it on purpose, hahaha. Hey, but don't worry, I'm a biological mother. I'm an absolute HE, and I won't be very abusive.