"Do you hate me?" Lu Huai held the wine glass and looked at me quietly. The black eyes were filled with brilliance like glass.
"I can never hate you. I just wish I had never met you when I was thirteen." I shook my head gently, "It would be great if I never met you."
I always thought,
My life started from the moment I met you.
I always thought,
Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life.
Until the beacon smoke that filled the sky burned away all the lies.
Until that bloody sword cut off all the oaths.
All that's left is your cold, frosty face looking at each other from afar.