Thus Have I Heard

Xiao Que's lover was dead, killed by a madman. Armed with nothing but his sword, he went to Qianfo Mountain to kill that madman. The madman was peerlessly skilled in martial arts, and wildly unpredictable. After painstaking effort, on a snowy winter night, Xiao Que finally drove his poison-coated sword into the madman's chest. The madman lowered his head and stared at the blood gushing from his chest. He froze for a moment, then seized Xiao Que's hand, thrust the sword deeper, and savagely twisted it inside his chest. As he lay dying, a twisted smile spread across his face. Word by word, he asked, "Xiao Que, do you feel better now?" It would take Xiao Que a long time to understand that his lover hadn't been killed by a madman. He had killed him with his own hands. He had once cursed the man in bitter resentment, wishing him to be abandoned by everyone and live out his days alone. In the end, his words came true. Xiao Que is the gong, the madman is the shou. Theme: Sigh