He protected her, took care of her, saved her from fire and water, and did everything he could for her, but he just didn't love her.
She broke the sword that had been with her for more than ten years, put on the cold iron armor, and replaced it with a tassel. Try hard to put away the gangster spirit and the lonely pride. Be his sharp blade and his chess piece. But he forgot his original name.
She should be the breeze in the mountains, able to come and go freely, and should not be restricted by him and become a begonia trapped in the fireworks of the world.
It was snowing heavily in Yanmen Pass for half a month, and the girl's body was cold to the bone. The green and white wrists were still tied with a red rope that he had tied with his own hands.
She should hate him and blame him, but she should not love him.
The young man's hands were full of twists and turns, but they were never able to hold a single crabapple.
Concept: There are 80,000 words in the world, but the word love is the most murderous.