The Cursed White Moonlight

[My next novel will be a danmei fanfiction, A Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Love Game. Please add it to your collection.] The day he escaped, Xianyuan Yingliu took nothing with him except a curse. A curse that meant he could only survive by relying on the love of others. [Bluebeard] "There are many places in this house you mustn't go, especially through that door." Rebellious as ever, eighteen-year-old Toji ignored his family's orders and broke in at night. The room was pitch-black. The candle in his hand was its only light. Until a pale, almost translucent face drew close and smiled at him. The candle fell with a soft thud, like the fate of a fool who opened a forbidden door in a fairy tale and found a bloodstained key. Only that bloodstained key ultimately became Toji's heart. [Snowy Night] Gojo would always remember that snowy night. "What would it take to make you feel better?" For the first time in his life, the all-powerful Six-Eyed Sage sounded confused. The boy, bedridden with illness, slowly raised a hand to cover his lips, but couldn't suppress the painful, tearing coughs. In the silence of falling snow, the Sage heard Yingliu's answer. "Just love me. Or wait for a sunny day." Gojo understood that the second half was because of the resistance written across his face. At the time, he couldn't bring himself to love this fiance his family had arranged for him. Only one person remained in the snow-covered courtyard. In the end, Gojo sealed off the courtyard, where the skies stayed clear through every season. Even when snow fell. [The Gray Priest] "Yingliu, I've heard a story." "Long ago, in the British Empire, there was a man called the Gray Priest. He made a deal with a demon and gained eternal life, but he had to depend on the love of others to survive." "Love isn't always pure, gentle, and selfless. It can also mean possessiveness, jealousy, and greed. "Someone who lives on the love of others will eventually be destroyed by love's darker side." "Did the Gray Priest ever regret it?" Meeting those violet eyes, Xianyuan Yingliu smiled and replied, "Do you know why that happened, Dazai?" "Because I never return their love." Not returning their love was enough to drive them mad. *The cover poem quotes the poet Adonis. After Losing His Memory, His Beloved White Moonlight Was Forced into His Arms In their third year of marriage, Noah lost his memory after a car accident and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he had the most beautiful husband in the world. But in his memories, blood stained his husband's handsome cheek, and his husband slowly wiped it away with a raised finger. With his usual gentle smile, he said softly, "My love, don't cry." "I killed your father for you." * His husband, Carter Hughes, was a Starfleet general. His blue eyes were called "the sea that loves best" by the Galactic Federation. Anyone who looked into them would drown. Those eyes gazed only at Noah. During a live news broadcast, beneath the flash of cameras, Carter held Noah's hand and kissed his fingers. In full view of everyone, the beautiful general lowered his eyelids, his blue eyes gazing up at his lover. Only Noah could hear the words that slipped from his full, rosy lips. --"My love." Noah couldn't pull his hand back. His face flushed completely red. A perfect marriage, a beautiful husband, seemingly forever Noah's. Until one day, his memories returned. His husband Carter came home carrying a severed head. Its eyes were half-closed and its expression serene, with blood streaming down. In his memory, Noah screamed. In reality, Noah screamed too. · After years of scheming, Carter Hughes had finally won the empire's shining jewel, Noah. So he would never allow his beautiful, precious jewel to leave him. Even if he signed the death warrant for Noah's first love, even if he killed Noah's father, even if Noah, with his memories restored, threatened him with a knife, Carter would never let him go. He took off his tie and unbuttoned the third button of his shirt. Carter gripped the blade tightly and pointed it at his bared chest. "If I lose you, I'd rather die." The man wrapped his arms around the trembling boy's hand and plunged the blade into his own heart without hesitation. His full, rosy lips uttered the same intimate name as always, like a curse. "My love." Theme: The beauty and regret of love.