I watched him slowly become cold, slowly stop breathing, and lose his heartbeat. I looked like a madman at the blood that had solidified on his face. I wanted to go back to the first time we met and see my appearance reflected in his bright eyes. But it seems that he lied to me again and used this lie for another two thousand three hundred and eighty-four years. So I guarded his grave for 2,384 years, guarding the destiny that belonged to me alone. The master said that his destiny hurt his heart, but also killed him, and he understood his way in a pool of blood. It's just that there are countless karma in this world, and it is difficult to extricate yourself from falling into the world of mortals.
Intention: I am his fate and he is my fruit