In the first life, I was the cousin who came to seek refuge, and she was the eldest lady who controlled life and death. It took me three years to gain her trust and I poisoned the Hexin wine. Before she drank it, she looked at me and smiled: "In this life, you lose again."
When the poison struck, she fell in my arms, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, staining the red wedding dress. It was then that I realized that she had known that the wine was poisonous.
In the second life, she was the superior master, and I was her most beloved closed disciple. I set up the Immortal Killing Formation when she was in seclusion. On the day the formation was activated, Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder struck down. She stood in the center of the formation, her white clothes soaked in blood, but she still formed seals to protect me: "Silly disciple, the Immortal Killing Formation will backfire and your soul will be scattered."
In the third life, she was a university professor and I was the owner of the bookstore opposite the school. I put a slow poison in her coffee and she drank it for three months until she collapsed on the podium. On the way to the hospital, she held my hand. Her pupils were dilated, but she still tried to smile: "Next time... Don't poison me, it hurts too much."
Each time, I killed her.
Each time, she knew I was going to kill her.
Each time, she died willingly in my hands.
