at that moment, she closed her eyes to the sky in the dark night;
at that moment, a tear streaked across her clear face.
That man, he could no longer keep his promise, the man who was about to become her husband became another victim of the end of the curtain. His death touched the wound at the tip of her heart, and the deeper she fell in the cracks of chagrin, the more painful it was. The seeds of revenge were sown in her heart. So, she set foot on the land of Kyoto, a place full of blood.
"You can really summon a bloody storm." In the bloody rain, she found the executioner, the one who killed her fiancé. Looking at the scars on his face, she just said nothing. The cold rain stirred bright red on the ground, and he and she stood silently in the rain. At the meeting on that rainy night, some kind of ambiguous infiltrated and diluted her darkness, and the subtle feelings were thrown into the hazy light spots.
After the situation changed and Kyoto's mutation failed, she went to the countryside with him. He seeks the opportunity to make a comeback; she seeks the opportunity to be the enemy.
A year of ordinary life was spent in troubled times. She saw his most sincere side. Killing is not what he wants, he is just a reformer who wants to strive for the happiness of the people, but the political stance makes him have to swing his sword.
Her indifference is unquestionable. Her passion is deep in her heart. The moment when ice and fire collided, her personality of being firm on the outside and soft on the inside was forged. The ice of vengeance melted away in the bonfire.
This woman who has never learned to decorate herself with warm colors will gently put on a shirt for him on a snowy night.
This woman, who has always put indifference and melancholy between her brows, actually holds the bronze mirror he gave, like a treasure.
Happiness is short-lived, like the cherry blossoms with a very short blooming time. They bloom and fall only in an instant, but they are breathtakingly gorgeous and desolate.
Seeing him looking for him in the white snow, she burst into tears. Covered with scars, he is battling against the shogunate forces in Kyoto. She blocked that sword, not for him, but to save him—her enemy. In his arms, her life was lost bit by bit, and the faint smile on her lips was so peaceful and peaceful. The dagger in his hand slashed across his face, and the scars of the cross flowed there forever. "I'm sorry, husband." At the end of her life, she gave up revenge and chose tolerance.
At that moment, Cangming was empty, and the core had tears.
In that scene, Xiang Xiaoyu died, blood red and white.
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