Those pure and beautiful memories have gradually slipped away from me. With bloodstained hands outstretched, I stand atop Menglan Peak. In the end, who can walk on with me…
Dressed all in black, he stood beneath the raging wind, his coat flapping wildly. He pulled me toward him and pressed me against his chest. Gently stroking my hair with his right hand, he murmured, "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything…"
I meant to kill the man to avenge myself. How did he end up becoming the love of my life, someone I would never betray?
[Note] Some of the settings in this story are my own inventions. Please don't compare them with real life. Just enjoy the story and let your imagination run wild. There's no need to take it too seriously.
This is my first time writing a story, and I couldn't decide between first and third person. So I switched to third person starting in Chapter 7. I'll revise the earlier chapters when I get the chance.
