She slowly squatted down, held the white hand bones, and rubbed them, as if the owner's warmth still remained on them. "Brother Arao, wait for me...
Qing'er will go to avenge you. Soon, I will be able to accompany you...
You've been left alone for two hundred years, wouldn't you blame Qing'er? "
The blue moon is as clear as gibbering, with a sad expression——
Intention: The definition of good and evil has always been vague. What you see with your eyes may not be true, and what you hear with your ears may not necessarily be false. As with demons, so with humans, good and evil should not be defined by identity.