I once defended my country and my sister, but I was stabbed twenty times and still dragged the enemy to death. But my sister Shen Yushu, whom I had tried my best to protect, falsely accused me of collaborating with the enemy and treason, and killed my uncle. My fiancé, Xie Linchuan, believed her words, chopped our token of love into pieces, and vowed to "skin and cramp" me. Three years later, Xie Linchuan broke into the enemy's country and saw me carving "Linchuan" on the stone wall with my finger bones in the dungeon. Only then did he realize that I had never betrayed. He rectified my name, but in front of my ashes, he held the dagger I gave him as a gift and died in love. He hugged my ashes and said, "Come with you." When he was dying, he smiled and stretched out his hand to me. In that warm light, there was finally no misunderstanding or separation.
