[Written a long time ago, so it’s not very good]
Rong Qing only wants to live a peaceful, comfortable life.
But Heaven seems to have it in for her. One tiger, then another wolf; there’s nowhere safe to set foot.
On a night of torrential rain and thunder, Xiao Cenlin tosses aside the jade-boned umbrella in his hand. Like a demon from hell, he walks toward her step by step, grips her chin, and says coldly, “If you want to earn a reputation as a scourge upon the world, I’ll make it happen.”
This devoted… madman.
In the lightless “prison,” Rong Qing catches a glimpse of Heaven’s secrets.
Day after day, year after year.
Rong Qing gently takes Xiao Cenlin’s hand and ties a strip of white silk over his eyes.
Xiao Cenlin thinks even a thousand-year-old iron tree can blossom. He has no idea that Rong Qing calls him “husband” at every turn, tricking him into signing his name on the divorce papers.
Later, with only a river between them.
Xiao Cenlin demands coldly, “Were you only pretending?”
Rong Qing smiles and lets the gold hairpin in her hand fall into the river, where it vanishes without a trace.
“That’s right. Do you hate me?”
