From the first time they met, he protected her and doted on her.
She hides, he chases, she retreats, he advances.
Finally, she faced each other with her sword: I'm here to kill you!
He said: I know!
She was surprised: Why?
He was silent: If killing me can help you live, then do it!
The sword in her hand fell with a sound...
Who is whose calamity? Who is whose salvation?
Perhaps, there is an arrangement somewhere.
