"You said that if he's a wicked man, don't get emotional, you must be ruthless to the end, and I've done it."
"I tried my best.
"It's just that I lost."
"I killed you once, now you kill me once, we're even."
Since we're even,
then there's nothing more to say, right?
He did evil and never regretted it, so she didn't discuss right and wrong with him.
He was heartless and never forgave, so he also didn't talk to her about turning back.
He looked down at Qin Yu, his palm involuntarily caressing her cheek, his eyes blood-red, weak, as if there were tears shining.
Looking at her, wanting to say something.
Wanting to ask something.
But he said nothing, asked nothing.
Looking at her, wanting to do something.
He did nothing.
He bowed his head, thinking about kissing her once.
But then he gave up.
She knew all this, yet she never waited for it.
He walked away.
His heart was run through by the sword blade once more.
His pupils began to fade.
He fell down.
