In the middle of the winter of the 22nd year of Xihe, a scholar-looking man was recuperating in Aying's home. He was pale, cold, and taciturn.
Ah Ying didn't know his name, but she only remembered that he had a pair of uncanny hands and was good at painting with ink and wash.
Before leaving, he drew a picture for A Ying as a thank you gift.
Since then, we have been separated by a sea of people.
A few years later, Aying learned that the man who had been recuperating at her home for several months was named He Wanzhou.
At this time, He Wanzhou was already a frightened Imperial Guard Cavalry. The black gauze luan belt and the silk python robe look like ghosts and gods. There are countless wronged souls under the sword, and everyone can find and kill them.
But what Aying thought of was the spring night before He Wanzhou recovered from illness and left in the 23rd year of Xihe.
The sky is blue and the moon is white, the wind is falling and the rain is falling.
He Wanzhou sat alone in front of the corridor, throwing his paintbrushes into the brazier one by one and burning them to ashes.
At that time, his back was turned to her, and his tone was gentle: "Ah Ying, from today on, I may become a bad person."
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Concept: Regrets can be made up for
