Brown vines, silver moonlight, red robes lined in white. He called softly:
"Hanhan, look."
Where his voice led, blood wound through the gaps between vermilion bricks. A gravely wounded boy lay half-slumped there.
Cheng Han recognized him, though they had met only once. He had given her a hard, dry steamed bun.
She never expected the evil ghost to find her after all.
She wasn't even surprised. Calmly, she cursed him: "Jiang Cui Xiu, you're vicious."
Beneath that beautiful skin was cotton crawling with maggots, and a heart as filthy as the dirt on his clothes.
Cheng Han hated him, but the more desperately she screamed, the more delighted he looked.
His dark, lovely eyes curved above crimson lips, and every strand of hair fell in a way that embodied the charm of the great young master Jiang.
Everyone said that Young Master Jiang was dazzlingly handsome, more beautiful than the loveliest women in the world, and famous for his kindness and gentle nature. Only she knew...
He was vicious and twisted, beyond the bounds of ordinary human feeling.
Faced with her merciless condemnation, Jiang Cui Xiu smiled and replied, "Hanhan, you're right."
That was how he wanted it. He wanted her emotions in their most extreme form. If he couldn't have her love, then he would have her burning hatred.
"Come keep me company, Hanhan."
"I like the way you look at me... whether you're thinking about how to kill me or how to torment me."
Later, she leaked the secret and sent him to the clan prison.
Before he left, he even gave her a gentle smile. "Hanhan, are you happy?"
He was a curse that clung to her bones. Chilled, she mouthed, "Get lost."
His smile only widened. The soul-binding bell on his wrist rang as he mouthed back, as if doting on her, "I love you."
At that moment, she truly wanted to kill him.
P.S. The male lead is definitely not a good person. The heroine should be able to teach him a lesson.
Theme: Be a good person.
