Young Master (Miss): He is so scary and has a bad reputation, but he is a bit pretty. Like it!
Feng Lin: Miss, she seems a little unhappy.
For a long time, he looked up at me, like an abandoned dog looking at its master, like a sacrifice looking at the god for which it was sacrificed. He looked at me in despair and whispered softly: "I know that neither you nor the Lord trust me. I once made the worst decision as an assassin and betrayed my master. No matter how hard I try, I will never gain any trust again."
The trees of Qianba Mountain were reflected in his eyes, and he was like a wild goose trapped in the mountain, wailing in confusion.
He took my hand through his sleeve, followed the direction in which he drew the knife, and gently placed the knife in my hand. He raised my hand, and the blade quickly made a gash on his neck. He smiled sadly: "Now that I have grown up, I understand that no matter how I survive, it is just a cheap life. Miss killed me, as I repay the Lord and Miss for raising me."
Purpose: Will a traitor always remain a traitor?