The moonlight was soft, and the breeze carried a hint of romance. She had returned, but with something she should never have had. In her previous life, he had owed her; in this life, he still refused to repay her. She rose onto her tiptoes and said, "I love you." But he pushed her away. "I can't give you the life you want. I am the ruler of all under Heaven, and I must possess the whole world."
Years later, he regretted it. He should never have given her up. His heart turned to ashes, and he lowered his proud head. Only then did he realize that she had never left. She had merely rested her chin on his shoulder, watching his every joy and sorrow. He kissed her hard on the lips, then declared domineeringly, "I won't give you anything, but I will give you myself."
