[Unhinged, pure-hearted villain × gentle, sunny kindergarten teacher]
When he was eleven, he called me “Mommy.”
When he was sixteen, he called me “Sister-in-law.”
When he was twenty-six, he pinned me to the wedding bed, his eyes so red they seemed ready to bleed:
“This time, you’ll die in my bed, even if I have to kill you myself.”
On my first mission, I was his mommy. I loved and protected him, took a blade for him, and died in his arms.
On my second mission, he called me Sister-in-law. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Who are you, really?”
Then I died in front of him again, and he went mad.
On my third mission, he was twenty-six.
He stood at the pinnacle of power, with the court under his thumb and no hesitation about killing.
I took on a new identity, a new mission, and a completely new face. I thought that at last, I could finish the story in peace.
On our wedding day, someone lifted my veil.
The red candles flickered. He stood before me in the groom’s wedding robes, the scar at the corner of his eye growing fainter.
His eyes were so red they seemed ready to bleed. He ran his fingers over my face.
“Yingying, I’ve been waiting for you all along.”
“In your first life, you died in my arms. In your second, you thought I killed you…”
He pinned me to the wedding bed, lowered his head, and spoke in a voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable:
“In this third life, I’ll repay you with my life.”
“I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.”
“You’ll die in my bed, even if I have to kill you myself.”
