He looked at the person in front of him calmly, seemingly not caring about the cold sharp tool on his forehead, and asked in a voice like water: "Why?"
The woman holding the sword smiled softly. This smile added a hint of charm to the face as delicate as a flower and as cold as snow: "Why? When you killed my mother and destroyed my home, did you ever think about today? When you let others kill my beloved, you never thought about today. Now ask me why?"
There was finally a fluctuation in his cold, watery eyes, and the wry smile on his lips could no longer be held back: "It turns out you have never forgotten."
