The Heartbonding Gu

Third-person narration, a tale of love and bitter enmity

[Free to read until the main story is complete]

When I was twelve, my master picked a boy named Zhao Suxue from among the many disciples who had come to seek tutelage. I heard he had extraordinary talent.

He was peerlessly handsome, his name suiting him perfectly: like snow on a mountain or moonlight among pines, with a pair of exquisite, glassy eyes.

I fell for him at first sight and admired him, but he was so cold and distant that he ignored me completely. So I bound us with a Heartbond Gu.

The paired Gu connected us, and sure enough, he became utterly obedient, giving me whatever I wanted. He even agreed to marry me.

But on our wedding day, the person I loved never came. Instead, the enemy who had slaughtered my sect arrived.

Zhao Suxue stood in a moon-white robe, billowing in the wind. Blood stained his face, his sleeves, and his cold sword.

It was the blood of my master, my uncles, my senior brothers and sisters, the blood of my entire sect...

He walked slowly toward me, crushing the moonlight beneath his feet. He raised my chin with his sword and gave an inscrutable smile.

So he had never come to seek a master. He had wanted to destroy my sect from the very beginning.

He had spared me only because of the Heartbond Gu: we would live and die together.

Hatred filled my chest. “Zhao Suxue, I’m going to kill you!”

Since you dared to let me live, I will kill you.

Even if we have to die together.

Later, I truly did pierce Zhao Suxue’s dantian with my sword and destroy his spiritual sea.

My vengeance was complete, but I didn’t die...

[Reader’s guide]

1. Written on a whim, free until the main story is complete. I only guarantee [both are each other’s first, one-on-one romance].

2. Emotion-driven, with personal tastes coming first. I’m starting with only the character concepts, so I can’t guarantee there won’t be any potential triggers. Please stop reading if you’re uncomfortable.

Theme: I resent that this body is not my own. When will I stop striving for things?