Opening her palms, there were many, many stars, as if lying in her palms. She suddenly felt an inexplicable melancholy, and a drop of liquid fell on the transparent mirror, crisp and echoing. The long sword held in her right hand was still bleeding, and the blood fell on the black ground, without any color. The long sword fell to the ground with a "bang" sound. Her feet gave way and she fell to the ground. Even if he said these three words "I'm sorry" thousands of times, it wouldn't be able to save his life.