I married the young master of the Fire Tribe who killed his three fiancées on behalf of my sister. The whole three realms were waiting to see how this "waste" like me would die.
When we were together, I took the initiative to hold Han Shuo's cold hand.
The expected disorientation did not come, but instead a strange warm current surged from his palm to my limbs.
His eyes, which had been frozen for thousands of years, cracked open for the first time, and his voice was hoarse and unsteady:
"Who... Are you?"
My name is Ningshuang, the most insignificant princess of the Snow Clan.
Everyone thinks I am a sacrifice.
But I don't know that I am the only one in this vast three realms who can save him from the boundless sea of suffering.
Small Theater
Later, his old illness relapsed, and the pain burned his heart, eroded his bones, and seared his soul. Late at night, he hugged me tightly into his hot embrace, his breath burning in my ears, like pleading and tempting:
"Ningshuang... Don't save me anymore."
"Would you like to sink in with me?"
I hugged him back, my healing spiritual power flowing like warm snow, and whispered:
"No, the abyss is too cold. I want to take you home."
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Intent: Real strength comes from understanding and integration, not conquest and suppression.