The Beauty Without Tears

This is a nightmare. Outside the window, rain pours relentlessly. I endure the pain and stretch my back a little, only to feel pain all over. I don't know how many wounds I have, or how many knife marks. I can only think that I'm already dead.

Through a sheer green gauze screen, I saw her. Her name was Su Hong, known as the Narcissus. No one knew where she came from. She was the most beautiful girl in Yan Hong Pavilion. If you ask me what kind of place Yan Hong Pavilion is, I can only tell you it's somewhere people go to have fun. Perhaps by now you've realized it's a brothel. It was never a place where wandering martial artists should hide. There should be nothing here but endless tenderness, not the slightest trace of bloodshed.

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