I have been married twice.
The first time was with the ever-changing teacher from Matsushita Private School, Yoshida Shoyo. In order to save him, I held my sword and fought against the invaders for three whole years. In the end... He chose the latter between him and the disciple he regarded as a treasure. It was I who cut off his head with my own hands, then held his increasingly cold body, and fell into the abyss together - I thought that was the end, atonement, and sacrifice for love.
The second time was the puppet general in the shogunate's high position, Tokugawa Shigemo. Like fragile porcelain, he embraced all the scars on my body with clumsy yet pure tenderness. But this glimmer of light eventually went out... He fell in a pool of blood and died in a carefully woven conspiracy, and the person who weaved the web... Was actually my first husband who should have died!
Yoshida Shoyo... How could he still be alive? !
Destiny plays tricks on me, and the memories of the past are restored.
It turns out that there are no old or new stories in this world, only partings and reunions that are repeated over and over again.
When I wiped away my tears and clenched the knife to avenge Mao Mao, I was easily captured by that man - the monster who called himself "Xu" while wearing Yoshida Shoyo's face - and was imprisoned in a dark place.
"Songyang"... That name, along with all the tenderness and perseverance he once had, had long been wiped out after that knife...
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Intention: Keep moving forward without changing your original intention