He was once a carefree soul, wanting nothing from life.
She was a scion of a distinguished family, with ambitions stretching far and wide.
He was skilled in medicine, calm as still water.
She was a martial arts expert, as beautiful as a flower.
When they met,
the facts became entangled with the traces of love, while their sides shifted as good and evil changed places.
He wanted to give up, but humiliation and the blood of his compatriots left him no choice but to persevere.
She wanted to follow him, but justice and the mentor who had raised her forced her to stand against him.
He became a demon, and she followed him, heartbroken.
He cared for her, yet did not know whether to advance or retreat.
The realm or the woman he loved: how could he choose?
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