Life is like drinking water, whether hot or cold, only one knows oneself. Whether Ding Jinshi truly fell in love with Ding Long, no one knows. Perhaps even Ding Jinshi himself is unaware of the answer to this question.
Perhaps, before love could bloom, it was replaced by intense hate. Perhaps, just as love began, it was entirely supplanted by hatred.
Sometimes, for a person, death isn't the greatest fear. Facing the world alone is the greatest fear.
Ding Long knew that after Ding Jinshi went up the mountain to become a nun, she spent a very long time facing the wall, saying nothing, not moving, as if petrified. Then, one night, she suddenly laughed alone.
His laughter echoed eerily through the prison, yet when listened to closely, it was filled with such sadness, laden with regret.
Several days later, Ding Long was executed by gunshot.
His life was like a legend, vibrant in death, yet peaceful afterward.
