On the top of the Shentu Cliff, the sky was covered with dark clouds. You Jinchao clenched the sword in her hand, her palms sweating. She looked at the boy who used to be as gentle as jade, wearing black clothes that she didn't like before, with a frosty face and cold eyes looking at her, as if he were an enemy.
There was a stinging pain in my heart, and I finally delivered the last blow, dying together with him and falling to the bottom of the cliff.
When we first met him, he was still young, holding a very heavy-looking sword and swinging it repeatedly. The unknown flower petals above his head fell on his shoulders. The sun was just right and he was full of youthful spirit.
When we met again, he encountered great changes. So she didn't regret using herself to trigger a thunderstorm outside the palace wall to save him.
When she came to the Hengyang Sect's disciple recruitment meeting, she also had no regrets about accepting him as a disciple and devoted all her efforts to educating him.
Now I won't regret stabbing him to the bottom of the cliff. It's just a little sad, just a little bit.
Intention: love