At their first meeting, Mu Yi was so bewitched by his beauty that the knife she should have pointed at him nearly slipped from her hand.
Later, he offered her his heart time and again, and Mu Yi believed his love was sincere.
But it turned out that from beginning to end, it had all been an elaborate performance of his own making. Every moment they spent together was steeped in deception.
Even their night of passion had been carefully orchestrated by him!
She was battered and covered in blood, while he remained dazzlingly handsome, his robes fluttering gracefully.
Mu Yi couldn't even convince herself she didn't hate him. So why, when she heard that a great calamity had befallen him, could she still not control her heart?
Fate plays tricks on us, our lives are filled with tragedy, and so many are powerless to control their own destiny. Fortunately, in the end, they left that place of sorrow, lived in seclusion in the mountains, and grew old together.
It's short, easy to read, and not bad, but personally, I feel it's a bit like an ancient Mary Sue (romance) story.