——What I swallowed was not a poison, but his obsession that cut out my heart——
"The snake-shaped birthmark on my shoulder blade is not a curse, it's a life-saving vood that A Cang has raised for me for ten years using his ribs as a voodoo nest.
When he died, his ulcerated left hand was still holding the marriage certificate——
It was written in blood on it, 'Take your life as a betrothal, feed your wife to live forever'.
But A Cang doesn't know that I have already refined the Gu insects into concentric locks...
What is locked is his remnant soul, and what is locked is the rest of my life. "
Intention: "Love is the honey held out of rotten palms, the atonement poem carved into the ribs - we use each other as poison vessels to chew the feudal bones and feed the free soul."