Good Times and Beautiful Scenery

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if a smile was spreading out. He finally raised his hand and gently held the Frost Sword between his index and middle fingers, a pool of cold autumn light. The sword reflected the candlelight, shining a dazzling white light on his face. At the moment when the white light dazzled, he suddenly exerted force on his finger, only to hear a soft "chi" sound, the frost blew off the hair, and penetrated into the body almost silently. She was so frightened that her hand loosened unconsciously. He tightened his hand, and dark red blood slowly flowed down the sword body, splashing drop by drop. She was trembling, her mouth was trembling slightly, and she couldn't say a word. He was breathing urgently, because his lungs were injured, and he coughed as soon as he opened his mouth. The pain was like a mountain falling apart, but he suppressed the severe pain and said word by word: "I have said before that I want everything in this world to be your wish. Even if you want this world, I will fight to give it to you, not to mention that you just want my life." Intention: