A Handful of White Moonlight

This article is extremely slow-moving. Friends who can accept it can read it carefully, and there are so many details. If you read it carefully, you will find many interesting little details. I was originally an orphaned killer who went on missions with my childhood sweetheart. I didn't care about the target, the reason, or money, but I followed my master's orders to kill. For most of my life, I have used the art of charm to seduce and kill people, and I have used gentleness to kill people with my sword. The men in this world are good at my appearance, what? You said you really love me? Okay, then which me do you love? Gentle and virtuous, charming, shy and generous... Who do you love? For those who dance with masks, over time the masks have grown into flesh and blood. I was originally a manipulated exquisite puppet who could survive in this world with only a little worldly fireworks, until I was forced to kill my closest relatives and loved ones... No one would have thought that in the royal palace, I would climb to the heights of the temple after overcoming obstacles all the way. But I am already too tired. I have loved, been crazy, hated, and been angry. Now I just want to go back, just like this without wind or rain. The past is wasted, and the years are lamentable. I just want to ask, Master, you took me in, taught me the art of bewitching, and taught me martial arts. Is all this fate or calamity...