It was only intermittent longing, only waves of gut-wrenching pain that wore down his fraying nerves, and only time stirring up trouble... Duan Ziye weakly brushed the blood-smeared Spiritbirth Sword in his hand, his hollow eyes fixed on the pitch-black Fudi City. Silver bells chimed beneath the white beads looped around his long fingers. The white jade beads were strung together with red thread, clearly not something a man would wear.
"Forget me. Forget everything that happened inside this Yuanmu Stockade," Lin Weimo said, her hands trembling as she clutched the hem of the man's clothes. Tears streamed silently down her pale cheeks, leaving burning tracks. "I have always been nothing more than one of your possessions. You... shouldn't care. This place is not worthy of you."
Only after she finished speaking did the man finally turn around, reaching for her slender hands. But in the brief moment when he had lost his senses, she had already climbed into a carriage and gone. He knew that this unmistakable love had still lost to his burning desire for revenge. Unable to have both, he ultimately did not belong in Fudi City.
A man feeding the hatred in his heart with his own body.
Theme: All one's life, one seeks one person, and chooses one city in which to grow old.
