She didn’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of her.
The man who used her said, “You owe me this.”
She asked, “Why did you show me mercy back then?”
“Because you looked just like my mother did shortly before she died.” Her senior brother’s expression was still gentle, but it made her scalp prickle. “Why should you get to live?”
Song Qing had already figured some things out. But when everything finally settled, all the doubts she’d had fell into place, linked into a hair-thin, venomous thread that seemed poised to pierce her throat.
When they first met, he was the Heaven’s favored one, high above everyone else. He said coldly, “Junior Sister, why don’t you come beg me?”
Later, even after he fell in love, he still said, “Qin Yuyu, all you have to do is ask me.”
Later still, when she tried to cut ties with him, he clutched her sleeve and begged desperately, “I’m begging you. Please tell me you love me.”
Feng Xiche, however, did not believe he was truly the one holding all the cards. “You destroyed me, and I destroyed you. The moth and the flame: the moth died, and the flame went out too.”
Qin Yuyu stiffened at his words. Clinging to a desperate hope, she asked, “So what’s left is dust?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Us.”
His answer sent a chill through her, raising goosebumps all over her body.
The hero is a possessive, twisted man who feigns compassion; the heroine is cheerful, clever, and genuinely carefree.
They both love and hate to extremes, so their relationship may grow better or worse, but it will never grow dull.
Content warnings:
Neither lead is perfect.
The immortal-cultivation world is based on the author’s own interpretation.
