Muchun is the concubine of a corrupt official. He has lived in the most remote east courtyard of the house since he was a child, and has been dependent on others all his life. But he fell in love with the assassin who killed his father.
Mo Zhan is an assassin, but he never kills innocent people. When Muchun was applying the medicine to him, his heart was beating fast.
"I pride myself on being a knife that cuts off cause and effect," he stroked the crack eroded by rain on the corner of the monument, his voice colder than the ice on the monument, "It turns out that what should be cut off most is my own reckless heart."
The bells of the Buddhist temple sounded in the distance, causing jackdaws to fly across the gray sky. Mo Zhan took off the amulet engraved with Sanskrit on his waist. It was a magic weapon that he never left when performing tasks. At this moment, it was thrown into the grass. "Buddha said that all living beings suffer, but you haven't even tasted enough suffering..." He pulled out the blood-stained sword, and the light of the blade reflected his red eyes, "The world cannot tolerate our delusion, so let's go to Huangquan Road to seek justice."
Intention: I hate that the bright moon hangs high in the sky and does not shine on you and me.