After the Young Master Turned Dark

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[The story was cut short and ended early. Read with caution.]

In the twenty-fourth year of Yuan Zhao, a young master from a branch of the family arrived at the residence. Though his family was poor, he was sharp and studious. Even in coarse hemp clothes, he carried himself with such distinction that the young masters of the noble houses seemed dim beside him.

That year, Duan Yingyue was sixteen, and fell in love with him at first sight. She was beautiful and ruthless, yet gentle as water only toward this young master.

But he trampled her sincere affection into the mud.

Back then, she thought love meant tolerance and restraint, making sure the person she loved had everything go smoothly and got everything they wanted.

But later, Duan Yingyue understood: love meant destruction, suppression, and humiliation.

If he would not have her love, then he could bear her hatred instead.

Perhaps she had treated him too well lately. He had forgotten what kind of person she really was.

That day, pear blossoms gleamed beneath the hazy spring rain. She invited him out, carrying an oil-paper umbrella with sixty-four ribs. His face was as handsome as jade, and his words were as cold as ever. Duan Yingyue simply smiled at him, her expression gentle.

When he turned to leave, she used a knockout drug to render him unconscious and sent him to a troupe of performers.

Wasn't he arrogant and ungrateful?

Then she would break his pride with her own hands.

She had always been proud, and would never let anyone trample her.

He spoke gently and kindly even to a maid, but toward her, he was nothing but cold.

Eventually, he finally let go of his pride and became as humble as dust before her.

"Cousin, you do have feelings for me after all." Duan Yingyue chuckled, rose onto her toes, and gently stroked his face. "Otherwise, what are we doing right now?"

A month later, she grew tired of him and decided to marry someone else.

On the wedding day, the bride vanished without a trace. In the depths of the courtyard, he held his long sword against her neck and said, slowly and deliberately, "Cousin, if you make me happy, I'll let you go. How about it?"

Illustrators: Yi Zhi Lan Xuan, Wu Sheng Shi Pu Tao Shu Xia, Xi He Ai Bu Xing, Xi He Ai Zhu Sun Ye Zi Ji

(PS: This is a one-on-one romance with a happy ending. The main characters are both sexually inexperienced.)

Theme: Love is tenderness and tolerance.