Blood, blood again, how many people's blood are we stained on our hands?
Duan Canghai doesn't know, Shen Huiyin doesn't know, no one knows.
Maybe if you kill a lot, you'll get used to the blood.
It's just that you know that sooner or later you will die under the sword of others, just like the people you killed, so why do you still take this path without hesitation? What is hate that allows people to exchange their own happiness for the pain of others?
Love... What is it again?