Spring Entwined

In the first month, the king wanted to kill me. I knelt trembling in the wine pool, trying with all my strength to pry his hand from my throat. The emperor's icy fingers were like shackles. When he saw how much my face resembled my elder sister's, his grip loosened. I understood in terror: as long as I stayed silent, he could pretend I was my sister. In the second month, I wanted to survive. Every morning, I pressed my cold lips to his and wrote in his palm: "Good morning." The king looked down at me, seemingly mocking my audacity, yet lazily said, "I'll teach you to change your voice." In the third month, I took a hidden arrow for him. His eyes reddened. "Wanwan, don't fall asleep. Talk to me." I said, "Wanwan doesn't have the strength to pretend to be my sister anymore." He fell silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "I only want to hear your voice." In the fourth month, the System ordered me to sneak out. On the city tower during the Ghost Festival, we watched fireworks. The instant they faded and silence fell, I lifted a foot and hooked it around the hem of the stern, handsome gentleman beside me, smiling faintly. The handsome gentleman glared at me. I lowered my eyes and began singing a folk tune from his hometown, watching tears gather in his eyes. When the king looked at me with cold, mocking eyes, I used my sister's voice to call him by the pet name only he and my sister shared: "A Chu." In the fifth month. At night, the king spoke gently to me, fingers entwined with mine, as if we were devoted to each other. By day, when I met the handsome gentleman in secret, the king painted my face to look like my sister's. He allowed me to speak to the handsome gentleman only in my sister's face and voice, as if I weren't the one cheating. I laughed at his transparent pretense. He set down the eyebrow pencil and lowered his eyes to wash his fingers, as if he never wanted to look at me again. Then he said indifferently, "Remember to come back." I know the king and the handsome gentleman both love my sister. No one knows that the king's voice and lips resemble his, and the handsome gentleman's eyes resemble his. At last, my white moonlight returned. And I finally got to see his coldness warmed, his pride crushed, his restraint burned into a raging fire. I watched him struggle helplessly, sink willingly into depravity, and descend into madness. I watched the supreme emperor beg like a dog. He woke from his sickbed and still reached for the hem of my skirt, his face as pale as a ghost, his lips crimson. His eyes reddened, and at last he said quietly, "Please, don't go." "You can treat me as anyone you want..." #Yandere VS Madman #Dog-Training Fiction [Not a sweet romance. I love you, but you don't love me: a messy, angsty story where the heroine gets hurt.] [Tips] 1. The male lead has no white moonlight. The female lead does. 2. Both physically and mentally, the male lead gets put through the wringer. This is a melodramatic mess, so it's not for readers with high moral standards for the heroine. 3. This novel was revised many times during serialization and after completion, with changes to the romance and key plot points. Reading it outside Jinjiang may mean major omissions and continuity errors. Cover artist: Santailing, Rain on the Eaves [Completed Work] To Me, the Bright Moon Appears Thus: A cool and aloof princess saves a tragic, powerful villain. ☆ ☆ Please add my upcoming novels to your collection! ☆ ☆ The Villain's Moonlight Today, Too Wen Ni woke up with her memories in disarray. The System bound to her was brief and to the point: win over that world-destroying Villain, then die for him, and you can go home. The System said the mission was extremely difficult and told her to give it everything she had. Wen Ni thought about it, recalling the usual fake-death plot devices. Before she could apply what she'd remembered, she realized that the Villain she had to win over, Mu Xueran, was acting strangely. One moment, he was consumed by resentment and wanted to peel her skin off. The next, he was overwhelmed by a maddening love that seemed to seep into his bones. Even when Wen Ni just stood there in a daze, he would be torn between love and hate, repeatedly losing his composure. Only later did Wen Ni figure it out: oh, the fragments missing from her memory included the time she'd played him for a fool. Wen Ni: . Watching his affection score swing repeatedly from -100 to 100, Wen Ni finally saw it settle at the maximum. She enjoyed a sweet romance with him, then, before faking her death, gave Mu Xueran an earnest hint: "I'll definitely come back!" So that day, just before she closed her eyes, she saw Mu Xueran with red-rimmed eyes, utterly devastated. She tried to lift a hand and touched his burning tears, a little confused. - Mu Xueran had restarted the world's timeline more than a hundred times. In every life, he was a madman who brought ruin to the world and was hated by everyone: the "Villain" the System spoke of. Yes, he knew the System existed. He knew he'd been pursued countless times, and had endured innumerable cycles of reincarnation and memory reconstruction. He was only waiting for one person. Waiting for her, so he could kill her. That person had once shielded him when he was at his lowest, handed him a bowl of water, and even held his hand and gently kissed his cheek. The last time they met, blood stained the sky screen. She told him to wait for her, then died in his arms. He promised. He waited from life to death, through a hundred lifetimes. Only later did he understand that it was called "faking one's death." - After returning and learning the truth, Wen Ni looked at the cage around her, woven from the Heavenly Dao's chains, and at Mu Xueran, whose white hair flew as he held a bloodied long sword and smiled in a frenzy. Wen Ni looked at Mu Xueran. She was the one imprisoned, yet he seemed to be the only one in pain. She thought it over, then asked seriously, "Neither of us can leave this barrier, right?" Mu Xueran sneered, just as expected. "Right." Wen Ni smiled. "How nice." She immediately rose onto her toes and kissed him. Mu Xueran remained expressionless. She kissed him again. Wen Ni watched with a grin as the tips of his ears grew redder and redder, until his cheeks were flushed too. Theme: Follow your heart. Freedom is priceless.