The Self-Cultivation of a Vicious Female Supporting Character

I was lying on the ground with my fingernails stained with blood, and the bright dress behind me was trailing blood stains. The blood... Was crimson blood all over the sky. Even the screams and roars stopped amid the flash of swords, and finally I stopped crawling. The plaque on the Prime Minister's Mansion was split open by the officers and soldiers, and the glare of the fallen man was reflected in the bright lights.