The day I met Xie Huaiwei, the first rain of spring fell upon the human world. He lay gravely wounded in a pool of blood, rain soaking through his thin shirt and revealing black, gleaming dragon scales beneath his pale skin.
Back then, he had no idea I was a demon hunter.
Saving a demon's life isn't enough to win its heart.
So I pretended to be weak and pitiful, and feigned affection. Sure enough, he fell for me step by step. We became husband and wife, sharing a bed and growing inseparable. Finally, when his love was at its height, I stabbed him in the heart.
Xie Huaiwei died in my arms, and the searing aura of a demon burned my eyes.
I was left half-blind, and then my enemies came after me. Through the thick stench of blood, I dimly saw a tall figure stroll toward me. He drove off my pursuers, gripped my chin, and asked if I needed a cultivation partner.
"I'm married."
"So what?"
"I killed him."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Those who cultivate the Heartless Dao think differently from ordinary people. He wanted a wife only to break through his cultivation bottleneck.
His voice was icy, but his lips were hot when he kissed me. His technique was clumsy, and when we grew more intimate, he could even be a little rough.
We made a life together. He cultivated, and I healed.
It was a rainy day again when my sight finally returned.
I ran off to find him, overjoyed. Through the hazy rain, a young man in black stood tall and graceful.
He was feeding chickens in the courtyard, looking perfectly at ease. His features, though, were so familiar that I could hardly breathe.
#I killed my husband
#But I didn't know he had two lives
#The main story is told in third person
Theme: If you distrust someone, don't use them. If you use someone, don't distrust them.
