Punishment? She accepts it! A beating? She'll take it! But why is he the one leading her into the bridal chamber? Was it all meticulously calculated, or is he simply a fool? A carefully plotted scheme, or a love that cuts to the bone? Who can say for sure?
He pulls me into his arms and smiles with devastating charm. “Xiaoye, you're mine. No one can take you from me, no one can steal you away.”
He stands like a pine atop a sheer peak, facing the wind, and says coldly, “My woman must never be weak.”
She glances back with a smile and parts her lips. “If you want to be my man, you have to shed every one of your disguises.”
He gazes up at the heavens and vows to keep her captive, body and heart, for the rest of her life. He hurls his cup to the ground and declares that he will claim her heart and keep her for life.
Is it real or an illusion? Love or hatred? The beginning or the end of fate? Who can raise a cup and drink with her, laughing as they roam the martial world? Who can clasp her hand on a high ridge and compose a song of “Wolf's Laughter” together? Three different kinds of love, three different lives, three kinds of splendor.
