Ji Jianqing once loved someone.
That person was a tree growing among rotten branches, a flower blooming atop a mountain of corpses, a cause and effect nurtured by all that was possible and inevitable, and a trial he could never overcome.
Bu Yun also once loved someone.
That person was a light rising amid the surging darkness of night, a moon peeking through heavy clouds, a dusk woven from light and darkness, and a trap she willingly fell into.
Practice a thousand songs, and then you will know music. Observe a thousand swords, and then you will recognize a weapon.
He taught her to love all living beings and protect them.
And so, amid memories that were fractured yet hopelessly intertwined, they heard their own similar words echoed in each other.
"Even if I had ten chances, a hundred, or even tens of thousands of chances to choose, I would still choose all living beings."
Theme: Observe a thousand swords, and then recognize a weapon; know great love, and protect all living beings.
