She is the holy maiden of the Miao village, bound to uphold a promise that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
She appeared in his life like a spirit, watering a flower of light into bloom in his dark eyes with her blood and tears.
He is the young lord of the Celestial Dome, who came alone to the Miao village in pursuit of his own ambitions.
In the life he had lived for eighteen years, a glimmer of light appeared that he could never erase.
She was as beautiful as the stars in the sky, as pure as the moon reflected in the water.
He pushed her into the devil's hands with his own.
He stared blankly into her tear-filled eyes.
One day, I'll make my hands into blades and my feet into knives, and make you wish you were dead!
For all eternity!
This is a slow-burn story, very slow and gradual
(This story was posted on Shiyu. My username there is Yucun, so there's nothing strange about that.)
