Shen Yi's Darkness and Depression

Chapter 1 Wedges
jade tea blows in the wind,

The figure fades away,

Sadness overflows half the atrium.

Missing still spreads,

Climb over mountains and cross rivers,

Keeping pace with parting.

The soul is gradually relieved,

Betrayal gradually forgives,

Sadness fills the whole nostalgia.

Happiness looks forward to meeting you,

parted ways,

Don't step back towards Naihe's bridge corridor.

detached world,
branded heart marks,
Who remembers who stayed,
Is it the pain of being old and dead all over the place? ——
The sharp sword pierced deeply into his chest, and the gushing blood stained a large area of ​​his clothes, like jade tea in full bloom. There was that beautiful figure in his pupils, and his long white hair blown Scattered in the wind, it looked abnormally messy. Facing the imminent death, he did not panic. People are going to die after all, let alone dying under her sword is no regret.

At this moment, she was squinting at this increasingly aged man. His expression was as numb as before, his eyes were lonely, and he looked down upon everything. Even though he was dying now, he still showed a profound indifference.

She even forgot whether he ever had a smile, maybe he never smiled sincerely, and her hand holding the hilt of the sword strengthened a little bit, killing him with a sword is too kind for him, don't let him try How could the heart-piercing poisonous poison be able to withstand her dark and confined years?
Thinking of this, she relaxed a little.The last ray of breath finally dissipated in the air, she pulled out her beloved Hanyue sword, and stared at the figure lying in the pool of blood for a long time, the person who brought her infinite despair, the person who should have died long ago but has lived in this world for many years.

After all, she has endured for so long just to wait for this moment, but after finally fulfilling her wish, she is at a loss again, where is the way forward?No one knows.

She still can't escape the curse of fate, just like a puppet on a string can only perform helpless dramas one after another along the established track, but he is trapped in the gap of reincarnation after all, and the wound in his heart will never heal.

Gratitude and resentment, love and regret, what pity?One death in one life, reincarnation in one life, what's the pity?

(End of this chapter)