[Doppelganger Romance | Both Die] A Short Interlude
Gong Zhu was born a lonely ghost.
Desolate and forlorn, in a dilapidated thatched hut.
He watched his own life of hardship unfold.
He held him close with pity, yet they could never touch.
His tears fell into the mud. The mortal dream startled the sleeping man before him awake. Tears still on his face, he lifted his eyes.
It seemed as if their gazes met.
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Xiao Xue's life could be called a play,
intoxicated like a play, absurd like a play.
When he woke from his dream, he was staying beneath a broken eave, under old snow.
A tiny oil lamp burned lavishly.
Beneath the starry night, he finally saw the person who always haunted his dreams.
They were together. He pitied him for having no body; he pitied him for having no home.
So Gong Zhu gave him a home.
"A lover is a lover, and a sweetheart is a sweetheart."
Theme: We may be completely different, but my heart belongs to you.
The Narcissus of the if world view has received too many pre-orders, so I won't hang it for the time being. The soul is divided into two, the sword spirit and the shadow, and the twins dance together happily. Gongzhu is a ray of soul, ignorant and simple by nature. As long as he can remember, he has been taught swordsmanship, principles, and told stories to him. When he successfully cultivated and opened his eyes to see that person, Xiao Xue looked at him with hatred and disgust. The Thirteen Continents suddenly launched an attack, the Mingyin family was destroyed, and the people who coexisted with him lost everything. Xiao Xue held her sword and fell to death in the silent sea where the blood moon fell. Only then did Gong Zhu realize that he was just a shadow of Xiao Xue. Xiao Xue hated him for not understanding the hatred between family and relatives. In the days when Apocalypse Temple was forced to coexist, they went from being inseparable to becoming strangers. Gongzhu could only silently piece together Xiao Xue's remains. Later, by a chance, Gongzhu committed suicide, threw himself into the fire and sheathed his sword. Before his body was shattered, Gongzhu said softly: "Thank you Xiao Xue, and I don't owe you anymore." In the temple where Shenyin composed music, Xiao Shenjun, who had just completed his divine body, held the sword named Zhu in sacrifice and was silently buried in the Sea Immortal for hundreds of years. Until the golden crow breaks at dawn and the sea shines across the abyss. There is a cold and cold god with a sword in the thirteen continents of the human world. However, where the god goes, his karma burns the sky and makes the world a purgatory. The newborn Sword Spirit is ignorant and kind-hearted. Ever since he can remember, there has always been a gentle wind-like voice beside him telling him stories, carefully wiping the sword for him, and showing him the scenery of the world. When the little sword spirit finally transformed into a human and saw his master for the first time, he felt that he was a very cold person like Xue, but now Pengxue came closer, picked up his face and kissed him gently. He also said: "If it is a sword, it should be sheathed; if it is a shadow, it should be fused with bones and blood." "Yes, Gongzhu." It's a sweet revenge novel =v=, both of which are white and black hypocrisy. The relationship between the young couple is not as dark as the text showed at the end. It is very gentle. It will be changed in the future. I have no idea at the moment. Some settings follow the independent world view.