Jade tea floats with the wind,

The figure is getting farther and farther away,

Sadness fills half of the heart.

Missing still spreads,

Climb the mountains and cross the river,

Keep keeping pace with parting.

The soul gradually comforts,

Betrayal and forgive gradually,

Don’t fill the whole nostalgia.

Happy expectation to meet,

He turned his way through the aisle,

Don't retreat towards the bridge that Naihe.

The world of separation,

The mark of the heart,

Who remembers who stayed?

Is that pain of not interacting with each other all over the ground?

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The sharp sword pierced deeply into his chest, and a stream of blood flowing out dyed the large piece of clothes red, like a big blooming jade tea. His pupils were printed with the beautiful figure, and his long white hair blew in the wind, looking extremely messy. Faced with the coming death, he was not panicked. People were about to die, let alone death under her sword, which was considered a pity.

At this moment, she was squinting her eyes and staring at the older man. His expression was as numb as before, with lonely eyes and arrogant eyes. Even though he is a dying person, he still has a deep indifference. She forgot whether he had ever smiled. Maybe he had never really smiled. Her hand holding the hilt of the sword deepened a little bit of strength. It was too kind to him to kill him with one sword. How could he not let him taste the cold and poisonous poison in his heart?

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved. The last wisp of breath finally dissipated in the air. She pulled out her beloved Han Yue sword and stared at the figure lying in a pool of blood for a long time. The person who brought her infinite despair, the person who should have died but lived for many years. After so long, she was just waiting for this moment, but finally fulfilled her wish, she fell into confusion. Where is the future path? No one knows.

She still couldn't escape the curse of fate, just like a puppet who lifted the line could only stage one helpless drama after another along the established trajectory, and he was trapped in the cracks of reincarnation, and the trauma of his mind would never be healed.

How much pity is there for a grudge, love and regret? How much does it mean to be a life and death, and reincarnation in a lifetime?
Chapter completed!