What Can One Do with Such a Beautiful Day?

The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, as though a hint of a smile were slowly emerging. At last, he raised his hand and gently pinched the icy gleam of the Ning Shuang Sword between his index and middle fingers. The blade reflected the candlelight, casting a dazzling streak of white across his face. At that instant, as the white light flashed, he suddenly pressed down with his fingers. There was a soft hiss. Ning Shuang could sever a hair with a breath, and it pierced her body almost without a sound. She was utterly horrified, and her hand loosened before she even realized it. He tightened his grip. Dark red blood slowly ran down the blade, dripping drop by drop. She trembled, her lips quivering, unable to utter a word. His breathing grew ragged. With his lungs injured, even opening his mouth to speak brought on a pain like mountains collapsing and seas splitting. Yet he forced down the agony and spoke each word distinctly: “I told you long ago, I want everything in this world to go as you wish. Even if you wanted the whole realm, I would fight to win it for you. And all you want is my life.” Premise: