When she stood up and prepared to follow him, she really made up her mind.
So does he!
Meeting love is like drinking a glass of poisonous wine, and there will be a battle of life and death.
And when they face life and death, one of them can be freed, while the other one always dies in the grudges, inevitably facing the moon in the mirror.
Later, she spent half her life with a sword and a horse, holding an altar of ashes.
Concept: Love is poison. Drinking it requires courage and persistence in life and death.