After the Second-in-Command of Tushan Arrives in the World of Demon Slayer

Tong Mo first met Xiao Rong'er when he was five. In the biting wind and swirling snow, she lay in front of a temple, her light green hair loose and spread out around her. It made her small face look as pale as jade. Her eyes, bearing the cold dispassion of someone who had seen the vicissitudes of life, made her seem like a god who had fallen into the mortal world: pure and beautiful, untouched by earthly things. The moment she raised a hand and gently wiped away his tears... Tong Mo tilted his head and froze, his expression intent. In his rainbow-colored eyes lurked a sick, gloomy covetousness and a possessiveness so calm it seemed mad. He had found this god, so she belonged to him now~ But she was far too disobedient. He begged her to stay again and again, only to be met with the cruel sight of her turning away. She even struck his memories from his mind, leaving him with nothing. How dare she?! Wasn't she a god? Wasn't she gentle to everyone? Why was she so cruel to him alone?! All his life, Tong Mo did nothing but beg her to stay. But eventually, he realized that begging was useless. Shiqi had seen that pitiful woman. Unable to walk, she was trapped on a mountain blanketed in wisteria flowers, keeping lonely vigil over three graves. The wind tousled her hair, but the sunlight never reached her. All that remained was the lonely, desolate silhouette in her wheelchair, a sight that made people inexplicably want to cry. The once-foresighted second-in-command of Tushan had lost her mind and reached the end of her life. Her intelligence, once her pride, and the one selfish choice she had ever made had killed the family she loved most. Her careful, humble love had become a weapon that wounded her more deeply than anyone else could. Once peerlessly elegant, now she was nothing but an exhausted shell, with mountains of corpses behind her. Even the simplest thought brought on splitting headaches, and she spent night after night unable to sleep. Tu Shan Rongrong gave up... She lowered her proud head, covered in wounds. She never stood a chance against that madman. Theme: Xiao Rong'er's wandering diary.