Ji Jianqing once loved someone.
That man was a tree growing among the rotten branches, a flower blooming in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the cause and effect of all possibilities and inevitability, and a catastrophe that he could not survive.
Bu Yun also loved someone.
That person was the lamp rising in the darkness of the night, the moon peeking out from the thick clouds, the dusk intertwined with all the light and darkness, and the trap that she was so happy with.
Play a thousand tunes and then the sound will dawn, watch a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon.
He taught her about great love and protecting the common people.
So in a fragmented but intertwined memory, they heard overlapping and similar words.
"Even if I have ten, a hundred, or even thousands of opportunities to choose, I will still choose this life."
Intention: to observe a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon, to recognize the great love and protect the common people.