The Remaining Light of the Flowers and the Embers of the Past

White has become the rendering of the chaotic past, and black has become Wuxia's last hope. He went from loving to loving others, and she went from loving to not loving others. The tears in the corners of the eyes formed ice crystals, building a strong wall and turning into cocoons of obsession. The weapons are facing each other, penetrating the heart, and tragedy strikes again. They are similar but different, but they all use their own pain to love the world.