Don't Take Care of the Human World During the Tang Dynasty

She had never met anyone like him. Like bamboo in the mountains, like white moonlight. Tenderness, caring and coldness and cruelty unexpectedly coexist in him, contradictory yet unified. She just grabbed his hand in a desperate situation, but she paid a heavy price for this moment. With trembling hands, she pressed the cold gun against his chest and asked again and again. Atang, have you ever loved me? She burst into tears. He remained silent until death.