Ever since she took him in as a child, he knew she would be his one and only haven in this world.
For her, he let go of all his resentment and willingly became a pet she could keep by her side and tease whenever she pleased.
He crossed ten thousand miles of frozen wasteland just to find a flame buried in the ice and forge a hand warmer to keep her hands warm.
He plunged into the boundless depths of the sea just to find a pillow of ten-thousand-year-old yellow jade so she could sleep peacefully.
He flew over mountain ranges veiled one upon another just to pluck a wisp of cloud from the highest peak and weave it into her dress.
He cut out the spirit seal from the center of his brow, hoping she would never again be watched by prying eyes.
At the very end, every drop of blood and every bone in his body had been melted away, yet he heard a truth he could not accept. He knelt at her feet, begging her to deny it. Even if all she did was shake her head, he would have been willing to believe her.
But in his final moments, all he heard her say was:
"Idiot. You were so easy to fool."
Suddenly, he hated her so much his teeth clenched. He wanted to bite a piece of flesh from her, to drag her down to hell with him, to grind his past, blind self to dust.
But he had no chance. He was already dead.
The cicadas kept chirring. He died on a bright sunny day, the greatest mockery of his dark life.
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