[Master Gongx doesn't take his life seriously, he thinks he has memories of past lives, Disciple Shou]
"The following is the copy"
The snow in Xianxian Pavilion is hot.
Yunxi curled up in the corner of the pavilion, watching the pale snow particles fall on the back of her hands and burn "blood marks". And that person always loves to rub the old scar on his throat, as if he wants to confirm through the flesh and blood whether the soul beating inside is him or me.
"It's the third reincarnation, Master."
Xuan Yi meandered through the blood-stained jade steps, and Su Yichuan's sword tip dragged out tiny sparks of fire. He leaned over and pinched Yunxi's chin. The cinnabar mole was dazzlingly red in the wind and snow: "How do you plan to kill me this time? Cut my heart, break my soul, or lie to me again that you love me?"
Yunxi suddenly laughed.
He held the blade of the sword and pressed it to his heart. In Su Yichuan's suddenly shrinking pupils, he told me the answers to his past and present lives:
"Kill you? No... I want you to live and confirm again and again in thousands of reincarnations."
"It was never me you kept."
The snow stopped.
There was only the wet blood on the pavilion pillars and the man's gradually dissipating figure.
Copywriting 2025.2.27
Intention: Love is like a bone-gnawing poison, but it insists on planting spring in a desperate situation
