I know I deserved to die. I did too many terrible things and hurt too many people.
But my death was so cruel. I couldn’t let it go.
Chi Munian forced the poisoned wine down my throat with his own hands. I don’t know how many hands tore at my clothes. I only remember Chi Munian holding Xu Qiuyue around the waist. What a shameless pair of wretches.
A crowd trampled and violated me until I died.
Perhaps it was because I couldn’t let go that I became a vengeful spirit, lingering by my grave and refusing to leave.
I was resentful, hateful, and remorseful. Then he appeared and pulled me back from my hatred, if only by a little, restoring a sliver of reason.
On the first day, he brought a jar of wine and stroked my gravestone without saying a word, only drinking one cup after another. When the wine was gone, he began to tear up, then sob, then wail.
On the second day, he still said nothing as he stared blankly at my gravestone, without moving a muscle.
On the third day, he finally spoke. He told me not to be afraid, then left without looking back.
On the fourth day, he didn’t come back. I laughed at myself for believing in a man again, and wondered how I could ever find release.
On the fifth day, he returned covered in blood, a long sword in hand, like a demon from the depths of hell. He said the entire Chi family had been buried with me. The head he held was Chi Munian’s.
On the sixth day, he murmured about his love for me, feelings I had never known a thing about. Then he drew his sword and took his own life, telling me to wait for him.
On the seventh day, I no longer felt resentment. I only wished he would come back to life and not do something foolish for my sake.
If there is another life, if we can meet again, I will run to him without hesitation.
Very nice [sending heart]