When I looked for her, it didn't take any effort.Because she was waiting for me by the Yingyue River, the red gauze and the white snow were so beautiful.When the perfect sword pierced her heart, it didn't take any effort.She fell in the snow, stained the world red, and the last thing she said to me was, "I'm sorry." ”Whether her remorse was true or false, I couldn't tell.Her eyes closed peacefully, and the flower that had always bloomed in her body and eyes withered into a sparse mark on the thick snow.The familiar body gradually smoked.I saw the snow wind like a knife, wrapping the trembling three-petaled red flower on the ground, sending it farther and farther.My sword, when it falls to the ground.t1706231537: