The heavens are stained with blood, and a figure in purple descends upon the capital. Of all the myriad threads of love, fate turns back amid the crimson chill.
Ji Jiangli: "Why did you deceive me? Whether it was love or friendship, in the end... even I myself was... a lie..."
Yang Xinghe: "I only foolishly hoped I could protect you, even if... you never cared, never minded. That would have been enough!"
Shi Yuan: "Knowing full well it would end this way, when we first met, I should have... killed you with my own hands!"
I would rather all things be as distant as the moon reflected in a mirror than betray the blood my heart desires!
