Lu Zhenyi had died ten years ago, by his own Danguan sword.
But Lu Zhenyi is still alive, stroking the ink scar on his chest again and again, crawling out of hell. In countless midnight dreams, I kept thinking about Li Mu's name.
Sometimes, hate does last longer than love. But under the influence of ten springs and autumns, and thirty-six hundred mornings and evenings, love and hate have long been indistinguishable from each other.
Purpose: Socialist core values