Blasphemy

Modern setting.

The first ironclad rule for becoming a god's servant: Never fall in love with your god.

After five years without a single acting job, Song Hanxi finally got the chance to audition for a film in Hong Kong. But her poor Cantonese nearly got her cut. It was that person who insisted on casting her.

In the restroom, Song Hanxi ran into Feng Xiyue washing her hands and immediately thanked her. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Director Yue."

Feng Xiyue was a renowned director in Hong Kong. Every film she made was worth savoring, and she was the most brilliant director of the moment. But Song Hanxi didn't dare look her in the eye, because...

Feng Xiyue dried her hands with a paper towel and gave her a half-smile. "Your eyes can see things they shouldn't."

She stepped closer, and Song Hanxi retreated until her back hit the cold tiled wall. Feng Xiyue leaned in, the corners of her lips lifting in a gentle smile. She raised her chin as though she were about to kiss her.

Feng Xiyue tossed the paper towel into the trash and took two steps back. Only then did she look meaningfully at the startled Song Hanxi. "What are you afraid of? I'm a god. I won't hurt you."

Later, Song Hanxi found herself at a dinner party she couldn't leave. In her drunken haze, she sensed Feng Xiyue's gentle presence, and it led her away from the noisy gathering.

Feng Xiyue looked at Song Hanxi with concern. "Become my god's servant."

Song Hanxi looked up at Feng Xiyue, dazed. For the first time in ages, she felt there was a harbor in her storm-tossed life. "Okay."

Once you enter the game, it becomes a deep abyss. Song Hanxi was swept into a wager between gods and demons, unaware that she'd been in it all along, ever since Feng Xiyue decided to cast her in the film.

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Feng Xiyue didn't like smoking. She only smoked half a cigarette when she was deeply troubled. Song Hanxi once asked why she only smoked half. Feng Xiyue's red lips, hidden in a haze of smoke, curled around the cigarette. She was always smiling.

"Because the other half is restraint."

Later, on a night when Song Hanxi had just finished filming two intimate scenes, she found Feng Xiyue hiding in the break room, smoking. The cigarette had almost burned down to her slender fingers.

In the break room, in secret corners of the set, in the production van, in an empty corner of the stairwell, beneath the trees in the quiet of the night, Feng Xiyue let Song Hanxi surrender to their lingering kisses and unrestrained union, again and again.

Even when passion took hold, Feng Xiyue could always keep her voice level and her composure, asking in the most tender Cantonese, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Every time, Song Hanxi couldn't help kissing the infuriating corner of her mouth and answering, "I know. I'm desecrating you."

Song Hanxi kept gambling, betting that she was the half-cigarette Feng Xiyue had left, betting that Feng Xiyue wouldn't snuff out that tiny flame. But Song Hanxi lost. She became one abandoned by the gods. Only then did she understand that love, too, could be an abyss.

"Here! Over here... Call an ambulance, quick! It's the actress Song! She, she was in a car accident!"

Amid the chaos ringing in her ears, just as she was about to die, Feng Xiyue appeared and held her tightly in her arms, whispering in her ear, "You fool."

Didn't you say... you didn't love me?

They say love is the reflection of a god in the mortal world. At that moment, Song Hanxi clearly saw her own reflection in Feng Xiyue's eyes.

Theme: Survive in desperate circumstances, endure adversity, and never stop striving.