A Sword of Frost, Sixteen States

That midsummer, when he saw her for the first time, she was the only one in his eyes. He thought about stability, thought about the rest of his life, and thought about giving all his tenderness to her. But he carries a deep hatred of blood, a debt engraved in his bones and blood, and there is no room for affection between his children. She was filled with joy and waited for the next day to confirm her feelings with him, thinking that everything would be sunny in the future. But before dawn arrived, he personally crushed her master's door and killed all her brothers and sisters. Wherever the sword fell, there was no hesitation, only determination. When she arrived, she only saw the mess on the ground and she stood with him in a pool of blood, as cold as a stranger. At that moment, her world collapsed, and all her expectations, all her heartbeats, and all her futures were shattered into powder. From then on, the two of them went in opposite directions, taking different paths every step of the way, and looking at each other in different directions. As time went by, in order to seek revenge, he went astray and practiced all evil ways. In the end, he became possessed and became a devil. When they met again, she was already a strong person who could stand alone, with the sharp knife in her hand pointed directly at his throat. He didn't hide or resist, he just looked at her and smiled softly. In that smile, there was relief, resignation, and belated tenderness. "Just do it." What I owe you should have been paid back long ago. The blade entered his body, and he fell in front of her. His last look was still the same as when she was young. In this life, he started with blood and ended with blood. Unable to love, unable to let go of hatred, in the end, he died in her hands.