Tracking the ones behind it all was no easy task. But Jiang Kui had his ways. Before a mirror, he painted his…
Tracking the ones behind it all was no easy task. But Jiang Kui had his ways.
Before a mirror, he painted his face, lined his lips, and arched his brows. Then he draped himself in bridal red. When he was done, he looked even more beautiful than the weeping girl trembling on the bed behind him.
"Hide," he said with a soft, enchanting smile.
"Once the wedding sedan lands, no one will come looking for you again."
And he always kept his word. Every time the bridal sedan touched the ground, he struck.
But desire knows no limit, and compared to desire, a human life is lighter than feather.
He spent years chasing his vow. And still, he never fulfilled it.
The night he finally found his sister's remains, he collapsed to his knees. After all those years holding himself together, he could no longer bear it.
"Sister," he whispered, "I don't even know anymore. Am I the one who lays the dead to rest, or one of the dead myself?"