"After ten years, the blood on Young Master's sword has already turned cold."
In the eighth year when Li Lianhua was dragging his sick bones around the world, he picked up a girl who would secretly put malt candies into his medicine with a smile.
Her name is Fan Chen, she likes to wear blue clothes, and a mole of tears under her right eye looks like unbroken rain.
She hummed an unknown nursery rhyme while washing the dishes for him, but she crushed the medicine bowl after hearing the words "Look around the house".
She always clutches an old silver hairpin, saying it is the ironclad evidence that her enemies left behind when they massacred her family.
"The hairpin is condensed with frost, and the clouds in the Drunken Flower Sword Pavilion have to disperse."
Li Lianhua recognized that hairpin——
Eleven years ago, he pulled it out from his hair with his own hands and stuffed it into the palm of the trembling little girl hiding in the water tank.
He said: "Don't be afraid Xiyun, my brother will definitely take you home."
Later, he brought back the fragments of the Sigumen token and the list of seventy-two charred corpses, but he could not bring back Fan Xiyun who would pull his sleeve to ask for sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Now, she smiled and put the dagger to his heart:
"Divine Doctor Li, do you think how deep my hairpin should be inserted to take revenge?"
He closed his eyes and chuckled, the neck-cutting sword in his wrist was as cold as an old man's tears.
——It turns out that the night rain in the world never wets the truth, but only repeatedly wets the two souls who dare not recognize each other.
Purpose: Between the tampered memory and the cruel truth, look for the glimmer of breakthrough