In one thought, good and evil coexist.
"Goodwill... Goodwill? What is goodwill?" Ye Qing looked at the blood-stained skirt, his eyes full of malice, and the dagger in his hand gradually dripped.
"Good and evil are all vain in the end!" The monk lowered his eyes and whispered with the beads in his hand.
Some people stand on a mountain of corpses, alone and pale; some people are dedicated to good deeds, but eventually lose everything; some people spend their lives teaching and educating people, and end up crying behind bars.
Intention: I have you in my life, and I will never change you in this life.