"Do you remember what you owe me?" He lowered his sword and looked straight at her. His brows swept up toward his temples, and his eyes shimmered like stars. She stared back, dazed. The young gentleman beneath the moon was truly unmatched in his elegance. She smiled bitterly. "I know I owe you my life."
But she feared she could never repay him. She could only be a butterfly from the underworld, passing between light and darkness. Plum blossoms fluttered down, like the brand on her shoulder, dark red and painful.
This story fulfills the jianghu dream I've always held in my heart. Updates are irregular, and I can't guarantee I'll finish it. If it's not to your taste, please click the X in the upper-right corner to escape.
I can't stand it anymore – there's one word missing from the copy, my obsessive-compulsive disorder can't stand it!!!