Startled Bird Branch

Unexpectedly, she ended up following in her mother's footsteps, how ironic. . . The long sword inserted into her abdomen was pushed in mercilessly by him. The edge of the sword penetrated deeply into her flesh, but she no longer felt pain, only the coldness. The gurgling blood splashed her green dress, soiled her white embroidered shoes, and took away the warmth of her body. . . In the end, I was still unwilling, and two lines of tears splashed to the ground. It turns out that this was how my mother felt back then. If she could do it again, if she could do it again. . . .