The night is deep, and candlelight flickers. A man in white reads a scroll by lamplight, occasionally marking it with his brush. He seems completely unaware of the sword shadow behind him. The woman thrusts her sword at him without hesitation, but then the scene takes an abrupt turn.
"I swear by the sun and moon that I am utterly faithful to him. How could I harbor such filthy thoughts?"
"That's your man? No wonder you said you were faithful to him. Even I wouldn't be able to let him go," Juan Niang whispered to Mu Ling.
Theme: When it comes to love, there's no such thing as being heartless.
Why don't you write something? It hasn't been updated for a month.
Some tips: My wife can schedule an empty shift, as this may seem a bit crowded.