My name is Xu Jiangyin, and I was born in the Wu period when the Yin Qi was at its peak.
That night, jackdaws were hanging low. When Grandma Wu cut the umbilical cord, she was surprised to see the cinnabar birthmark on my wrist. The flickering candlelight reflected in my cloudy eyes: "The Lone Star in the Cold Moon illuminates the Ming Palace, in the eighteenth year... I am afraid that I will suffer a life or death disaster."
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The red silk-covered face coincided with her birthday, and the cinnabar bracelet with dark red tassels swayed in the wedding sedan. As we walked to the wilderness, paper money was flying, jade bracelets suddenly buzzed, and a cold light suddenly appeared, destroying the sedan chair and threatening people.
I thought that the King of Hell was about to die, but I saw the corners of the black gold dragon-patterned robe rolled up, and the man's sapphire fingers brushed across my neck, and his blood-colored clothes rustled in the wind.
It turned out to be a dream.
But when the dream reappeared, it was the fragrance of plum blossoms wrapped in blood that nailed me to the brocade quilt. Mu Chenyuan's lips brushed against my trembling eyelashes, and his sapphire finger crossed my collarbone. His fingertips kept caressing the red mole on my wrist. There was some kind of pain that was carved into the bone marrow in his breath: "Ayin, you are finally back."
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The blood was flowing on the jade-colored skin. He held my blood-stained fingertips and said, "Back then, you dug out my heart and calmed my dragon veins. Now it's time to repay your debt."
The cinnabar mole burned hot among the intertwined black hair. I was shocked to realize that this birthmark was originally a seal that was branded on his heart three hundred years ago.
"Use your heart's blood to undo my immortality spell."
When he bit my lip, the fragrance of plum mixed with the smell of rust filled the air between his teeth.
"This time, it's you and me who will be trapped in the eternal night."
