["It doesn't follow my heart!" Dongfang Mingyue's eyes lit up as she repeated.]
[She lost her mother in her childhood, went through great changes, and has been arduously practicing swordsmanship, hoping to become a Sword Saint to control her own destiny. She gave up everything—no tears, no friends, no family, and there's no one who could understand her.]
[Falling down, she gets up; her knees hurt, but she cannot cry.]
[In those countless lonely days and nights, only the sword accompanies her. When she was eight, she hugged the sword and fell into a deep sleep, once fantasizing how wonderful it would be if the "sword" in her hand could speak, and then she met Wushuang.]
[Swordsmanship is unfathomable, gentle and courteous, teaching her to see clearly the world's truths. Only with the companionship of Wushuang, this Demon Sword, could she remove the cold mask and reveal her true self.]
