Qin Wanzhou was one of Ming Qiyi's assassins and was sent to assassinate Gu Siwan. However, due to Gu Siwan's superior martial arts skills, he could not directly assassinate him, so he became his bodyguard and slowly gained his trust before committing the assassination. In the end, Qin Wanzhou could not bear to kill Gu Siwan, and he bled to death because he did not complete the task and did not have the antidote.
Gu Siwan "He is not my moon, but for a moment, the moonlight did shine on me."
Gu Siwan's ending: "He died in that spring, and he would never see that young man again. Who would have known that my heart would be with him?"
Qin Wanzhou: "My dear Prince, you must know that I am a killer and I do not deserve to have feelings."
Before Qin Wanzhou died, "Dear His Royal Highness, I'm sorry, I love you... Goodbye"
The ruthless killer whom everyone knew died in that spring, died in that spring when everyone was watching.
"Your Highness, from now on, just pretend that we have never known each other, and are just passers-by." Gu Siwan hesitated and said with tears in his eyes, "In the name of... A passer-by, I wish you... Find... A beloved... Always be happy... And have a son... Around your knees." Qin Wanzhou didn't look at him, but just said "Thank you."
"Brother Gu, I think you've been looking bad recently. Why don't we compare poems? The beginning of your own poem must be 'I use the breeze as my pen.'" Gu Siwan glanced at him and said, "Okay."
"I come first. I use the breeze as a pen to write down the love of the world. I use mist and rain as ink to sprinkle endless loss. I use the sky and the earth as paper, and I am lonely under the moon. I use day and night as dreams, and then I caress your outline."
"I use the breeze as my pen, and the mountains and rivers as my ink, to write about this world. The longing for lovesickness is also painful, and I have to wait indefinitely. The breeze is my sleeve, and I cover my face with the mountains and rivers. I will not remember the pain in this world."
"I use the breeze as my pen, my encounter with ink, and the mountains and rivers as my paper, and then I will draw this prosperous and prosperous era."
"I use the breeze as my pen and the bright moon as my paper to draw the traces of time, but I can't draw the back of my sweetheart."
Intention: fall in love
