The Wild Geese Are in the Clouds (Qi Gu|fang Wu|tie Zhui)

Here's the copy that seems like it may have been skewed: ——Love? Master Qi, don't you think this is a very ridiculous word for us? How could I love you? I hate you. I wish I could drink your blood, eat your flesh, and turn you into ashes. But even so, I still can't get salvation, I'm still in pain, what should I do? What should I do? ——Then, don't hate me, love me, okay? Let's wipe out the past and start from scratch from today on. You are no longer Gu Xichao, and I am no longer Qi Shaoshang. You will be Xianyun and I will be Yehe. From now on, we will wander around the world and share life and death together, okay? ——Life and death? Wandering around the world? --Right! Life and death together! Wander the world! I don't want my righteousness, and you don't want your world. How about being alone and happy? --May I? ——As long as I am here, you can do it. Even if you want to drink my blood, eat my flesh, and grind me to ashes one day, whether it is now, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, or even ten, twenty, sixty, or seventy years later, as long as you want, it is up to you, okay? ———————————————————————————— ——Actually, this is just a story about love and calculation. Everyone is calculating, but they don't understand that love cannot be used for calculation~ Intention: