Thousands of miles of ice, snow and wind. The sword penetrates the heart, desolating the soul and chilling the bones.
She lowered her head slightly and looked at the blood on her chest, blooming like a flower. The slightly scattered green hair swayed in the wind, covering her pale cheeks, which was actually a bit sad and beautiful.
"You killed me after all." Her breath was weak, and she murmured to herself with all her strength. She raised her head and looked into those eyes, but she only saw calmness.
He was indifferent, but the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly: "I have no choice." She was stunned for a moment, and then smiled at herself. It turned out that she was just being sentimental. After a hundred years of companionship, despite the vicissitudes of life, she kept spinning in circles and never entered his heart. Now, as a sinner who dares to risk the world's disapproval, he must be just an ordinary one among the countless monsters he has killed. But after lurking beside her for a hundred years, does she really have no affection at all?
"It's pity that I'm lonely and alone. My hatred is boundless, my hate is boundless, and my love is boundless..." She sang softly, just like when we first met, but her voice became smaller and smaller, and the red lips of the past were completely gone. The rapid passage of life left her no longer able to hold on, and she finally fell into the snow like a piece of silk, making no more noise.
The golden shuttle in hand is as heavy as a mountain, weaving red clouds dyed with blood and tears, weaving white clouds with tears that have dried up, I hope the white clouds will turn into plain paper, and pieces will fly down to the world.
Li Canglan, I am stupid. If everything happened again, I would still stay together for a hundred years, even if it was wiped out again.
Intention: Caring in the heart is the fetters of a person's life