Strings Singing in the Pond

He owed her two lives, and she owed him two as well.

That night, he knew she was going to risk her life to kill that bastard emperor, but he said nothing. Instead, on the morning she was to leave, he got her drunk. Beside the plank where she lay, a line had been carved clearly: “Since you and I share the same goal, why not let Senior Brother do it for us?”

When she saw him again, a bamboo arrow had pierced deep into his bones. Blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, yet a defiant grin still hung on his face. “Why are you crying? I’m not going to die!”

At that moment, she truly thought he was heartless!

Dianfen: This shameless author is torturing the heroine!

Zhang’er (with an ingratiating smile): Hee hee, I’m not torturing the heroine, I’m not.

Dianfen: This shameless author is torturing the hero!

Zhang’er (smiling ingratiatingly again): I’m not torturing the hero either, I’m not. Hee hee hee hee.