He, Ye Qiutang, is a crabapple rooted in mud and blood. He has been raised as a sharp blade that only knows how to kill since childhood. The fire has tempered right and wrong, justice, kindness, and finally took away the remaining warmth in his heart. Finally, the cold iron took shape, was buried in a mountain of corpses, and was soaked in a sea of blood. Until I met that pine-cypress-like man, all the light and heat returned...
Intention: Be with you under the sun