The Bride Returns

A gentle breeze stirred the grove of purple bamboo. His moon-white sleeves fluttered, and in that moment, I seemed to hear Nuwa whisper softly in my ear: "You are the rib I took from him."

"Master, can I be called Bei'er?"

"Call yourself whatever you like." His voice was flat.

"A Qing, will we die here, in someone else's tomb?"

"Girl, Bei'er, don't worry. If the King of Hell doesn't want his underworld flattened, he'd better not take us in."

"Mu Rongyi, if you say I'm your fiancee again, I'll let Dahuang out to get you."

"But it's the truth, Xing'er."

"I told you, my name is Bei'er, not Xing'er. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"From today on, I am the king of the Asura Clan. I will restore the clan to its former glory."

"If I could, I'd rather let the poison take effect and forget all of you."

But, Lady Nuwa, you only told me that I am his rib. You never told me how I could return to his body.