"Xie Feng, do you know... Your blood flowed along this sword to my wrist that day?
That day you shrank in my arms and slowly lost your warmth. I have dreamed about the scene of you dying that day over and over again...
But fortunately, you are back..."
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Chen Yeli hugged Xie Feng into his arms. "After that day, I never held a sword with my right hand again."
Fang Ye smiled, and another stream of blood flowed from his mouth, "Is it to commemorate me?"
Purpose: Emotion comes first