Qiu is a small depression in a pond, and Ming is a vast ocean.
He is just a small assassin, but he is a god, standing in the world in the form of a crane.
A piece of crane feather cannot be exchanged for a piece of sincerity. He saved him who was injured and fell, but also killed him and led him into the abyss.
"Ming, your wings can buy me a lifetime of comfort and enjoyment. You... You must want me to live a good life, right? You... You love me, right?"
"I... I love you, He Qiu..."
Destroy the wings and abandon them in the abyss, the crane's blood melts into the ice and snow, and the crane chirps sadly. Is this your love, He Qiu?
"Ming, today Qiu and his young son come to talk to you. I don't know what happened back then, but do you still hold grudges against me?" He Qiu smiled bleakly at the heavy snow in the mountains. Next to him was his seven-year-old son.