BW Extra 22

Cui Ci × Pei Heguang

[1]

He died on the day of the first snow.

He died before a grave.

Before the grave stood a blank tombstone.

[2]

Their meeting could hardly be called beautiful—it was filled with calculation and hostility.

He had never seen such a person before: selfish and cunning, unscrupulous in his methods, yet skilled at pretending to be gentle and deeply affectionate.

Even when crying, he looked beautiful.

Seeing this undefeatable person weeping with reddened eyes beneath him—it actually made his heart stir for a moment.

[3]

In truth, this person was quite timid.

He feared the dark, feared death, and also feared being loved by others.

It was laughable, but also heartbreaking.

[4]

How he came to fall in love was no longer traceable—too much time had passed.

Perhaps it was because they did it too often, with excessive intimacy.

But every time he thought of this person, what appeared in his mind was still the other’s face twisted with malice.

[5]

Occasionally, sunlight would shine in, though never for long.

He would hold the person and go bask in the sun.

The other would pillow his head on his lap, like a lazy cat.

[6]

In truth, the other loved to smile.

He would occasionally wander a bit farther away and bring back some spring water or fruit for them to share.

[7]

Sometimes they would play chess on the ground using small stones.

He deliberately chose stones of different colors and polished them until they were smooth and delicate.

This person always liked to cheat.

When he got angry, the other would be pleased.

His long eyelashes looked beautiful in the sunlight.

[8]

But when it came to using him, the other showed no mercy whatsoever.

He would be writhing on the ground in agony.

This person would remain coldly indifferent.

So come nighttime, he would redouble his efforts and make him cry himself to near-death.

At best, it could be considered mutual torment.

[9]

Occasionally they would go to a nearby hot spring.

In his youth, he had read far too many improper picture books.

He would drag the other along to practice everything one by one.

This person would be both furious and ashamed, yet could only let him have his way.

At times like these, he often had the illusion that they were an intimate pair of lovers.

[10]

Occasionally he would be severely injured.

The other would then carefully tend to him and comfort him with a gentle voice.

He was also afraid of death.

At times like these, he would feel endless hatred, wishing he could drag the other to death with him.

But this person would lower his head to kiss him, his eyes completely red.

Most likely it was just an act.

Yet he deceived himself and believed it.

[11]

In the deep of night, holding the person in his arms, he occasionally felt that continuing to be imprisoned like this wouldn’t be so bad.

But he also knew it was impossible.

This person feared the cold and kept burrowing into his embrace.

When he lowered his head to kiss the other, this person would always try to dodge, only to be pinned down, unable to move.

He also liked to bite—his shoulders were always covered with teeth marks.

[12]

Occasionally they would have quarrels too.

This person would go pick fruit himself and then bring it to him.

This was their tacit way of making up.

After all, in this wretched place, there was nothing left but fruit.

When he needed to coax the other, he would usually say some insincere sweet nothings.

But the frightening thing was, he said them so often that in a trance, even he began to believe them.

[13]

They could finally leave.

But things between them also came to an end.

It was hard for him to describe how he felt, but he simply didn’t want to let the person go.

Unfortunately, his strength was insufficient—he could only be kicked aside.

But he was born a scoundrel. He had set his sights on this person. Though he knew the other was a bastard who would turn his back on him without recognition, he could be an even bigger bastard.

To increase his strength, he went to the forbidden land and crawled back from the sea of blood, barely escaping death nine times out of ten.

Then, covered in blood, he climbed onto this person’s bed.

[14]

The other was ruthless, yet his courage was pitifully small—he was so frightened his face turned pale, and he lifted his foot to kick him.

He grabbed that slender ankle and, heedless of everything, pinned the person down and did it twice.

Then he forcibly made the person say he could stay.

It worked, but they had to become master and disciple.

Master and disciple it was, then.

Not only was he a scoundrel, he also dared to be treasonous.

[15]

This person was ruthless and merciless, always sending him out to do trivial bad deeds.

He harbored wolfish ambitions, always wanting to overstep his bounds, but unfortunately, when the other was at full strength, a single finger could crush him to death.

However, after spending time together for so long, though his demeanor remained respectful, he knew all too well when this person was weakened.

So he would take advantage of these moments, tormenting the person half to death each time.

When the other regained consciousness with a cold expression, it seemed he wanted to kill him.

But he knew that even if he handed over his sword, he wouldn’t die.

When false pretenses went on long enough, he might not be the only one who had made it real.

[16]

He never expected the other would spare his life.

He pursued through clenched teeth, preferring to perish together with this person.

But this person simply wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

Perhaps knowing he would fail, the night before was filled with tender affection, as if returning to the past.

The person died before his eyes.

[17]

It began by accident and error, and ended by accident and error.

This kind of karmic entanglement—it would be better not to encounter each other again in the next life.

Author’s Note:

The demon’s story officially concludes here. Thank you to all the dear readers for your companionship and unwavering support along the way. Bows~

The jianghu road is long—may we meet again when fate allows! Clasps fists!

~The End~

TL/N:

Waaah finally it’s over, what a long ride! Wuwu I feel like crying. Anyways I thank the readers who have made it this far, thank you for your comments, support and encouraging words, for accompanying me in this long journey and thank you to our wonderful author who created such an amazing masterpiece. Please support her other works as well!