"Real or fake crazy?"
Can you see this forest?
This is desire, endlessly thriving.
I once planted this forest with my own hands.
Now I'm trapped here too, doomed to die.
"I used to be a scholar. My hands were meant to hold a brush, but now I kill people. I'm more accustomed to cutting off heads than writing characters."
Ji Jin glanced at his clean hands, then poured wine and shook his head with a smile. "People like us are born into families like ours to kill."
Theme: Restrain yourself and uphold propriety.
