He Came from Hell

Published title: When I Meet My Gentleman

A psychologist diagnosed Rong Li with severe empathy impairment, mild alexithymia, and a type P personality with almost no negative emotions. He was separated from a criminal by only one line: morality.

Some had seen him with blood all over his hands. Some had seen him smoking amid a hail of bullets. Others had seen him walk out of the flames, indifferent and cold, stepping over mangled limbs.

They all said Rong Li was a demon.

But only Xu Tanxi had seen him stumble around because of his night blindness, throw a tantrum after waking up, kick the table after getting eliminated in a game, and lean on her shoulder asking her for a kiss.

He said, “Yaoyao, if you want me to, I can throw away the knife under my pillow and spend the rest of my life in Xiangyun Town, delivering packages.”

He said, “Yaoyao, don't run. If you don't keep me in line, I'll go to hell.”

He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. “It's dark in here. I'm rotten to the core. Do you still want me?”

Xu Tanxi was a proper young lady who couldn't bring herself to say sweet things, so she wrote him a letter and tucked it into a sachet she had embroidered by hand: “When I meet my gentleman, how could I not be glad?”

And so, Sixth Master Rong, the man no one could tame, accepted the sachet embroidered by a young lady, then let her, though she'd never so much as touched a tattoo machine, tattoo words over his heart.

Content note: This is not a multiple-personality story. It is a past-life-and-present-life story.