Throughout his life, Ruo Wen killed countless people. When he was hungry, he stole food. When he was cold, he took clothes. In lust, he indulged, and in anger, he destroyed. When rich, he reveled in pleasure; when in danger, he risked his life. From such a life, Ruo Wen found no great truths, but he did find answers—answers that allowed him to survive, answers that gave him a reason to keep fighting.
His knife killed his father. His sword buried his mother. His gun took his wife.
This life of his was tied to his heart, never wavering. He didn’t see it as cruelty. On the contrary, he harbored complex emotions for those who died by his hand.
It wasn’t until after Ruo Wen turned twenty-five that he met Huang Bei Shuang. At first, he simply found her beautiful—and clever, of course. But her beauty and intelligence seemed beyond his grasp. He had plenty of women, including Ruolan, Feiwen, and Ge Xin Wei. He never lacked physical satisfaction. Yet, if women no longer stirred his hunger, he was left wondering—what could drive him to chase her to the ends of the earth without regret?
Huang Bei Shuang was like a spark, igniting something within him. Every encounter with her became a dazzling event.
He still remembered, that oasis was truly small. It was when he and Huang Bei Shuang first escaped to a ravine to take shelter from the wind. The people in the small oasis were restless, but the howling winds outside silenced them. The refugees huddled together in a circle for warmth. Meanwhile, Ruo Wen and Bei Shuang sat apart from them. He shielded her from the harsh wind, holding her in his arms. In his embrace, there was no sand, only the rhythm of his heartbeat. His dark violet eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
"It’s just a small sandstorm. It’ll pass soon."
He spoke casually, his eyes fixed on her. Her face was pale, her expression one of fatigue. She lifted her head slightly, as if about to speak, but Ruo Wen pressed a finger to her lips, drawing closer. His voice was low and hoarse, "Don’t talk—you’ll eat sand." Then he kissed her forcefully, without hesitation. He knew she never dared to resist his kisses. Any attempt to fight him would be futile. She might not understand him fully, but she understood his dominance. As long as he didn’t demand more from her, she would always choose to protect herself by yielding.
Ruo Wen didn’t know how long the storm lasted. His focus was entirely on the warm body in his arms. When the storm intensified, he pulled her down with him, pinning her beneath him. They lay like that for a long time, until the sand covered them completely. Only then did he realize the howling winds had stopped. Like a desert jerboa, he quickly poked his head out from the sand. Dust flew everywhere, and fine grains of sand cascaded from his clothes. He looked around, satisfied that not a single grain of dust had touched her face. Her complexion remained pristine, and her clear, cool eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.
"Aren’t you going to get up?" she finally asked in a low, irritated voice.
Ruo Wen laughed, but didn’t move. He stayed right there, pinning her down.
A man should keep his woman beneath him…
Seeing that he wouldn’t budge, and with no strength to fight back, Huang Bei Shuang turned her face away, coldly saying, "Fine, fine, stay there. Let this pile of sand be your grave, and from here, may you descend to the underworld!"
Ruo Wen’s breath was heavy. He refused to move, but her sharp words only amused him further.
"You know," he said, tracing her face, nose, eyes, mouth, and brow with his fingers. To him, her expression was always full of life, like the only vibrant splash of color in this dusty world. "I really like you when you’re like this!"
"Bei Shuang, Bei Shuang!" He locked his gaze on hers, speaking each word with intensity: "The underworld will never be lonely with me, but on the road to the afterlife, it has to be your beautiful body that accompanies me! Stay with me… for this life…"
This was Ruo Wen’s first, and last, plea—like a desperate cry for help.
But fate never offers clear answers. It’s always riddled with mysteries. For Ruo Wen, the things he couldn’t control, couldn’t satisfy, and couldn’t obtain were often just embodied by one woman.
A woman who belonged to someone else, a woman he couldn’t steal, couldn’t possess, and…
Couldn’t destroy...Knives! The cold gleam of the moonlit blade, Stained with murky wine and blood.Spears! Red tassels soaked in gore, Whose tender body shall accompany me?Swords! Their force cuts through desolate lands, Graves scattered across the endless mountains.My Demons! Three weapons entwined with my fate, Who shall decide life and death?Your Demons! Red makeup and lavish clothes, Luring souls into a deep trance.Oath of the Heavens! To share gold and silver, But gold and silver come by chance; To share the finest feasts, But even the best meals fall short.Knives, spears, and swords resound without end, To share the bed, yet the cold lingers for millennia! Why is this so?I say only this life is done, And in the next, I shall laugh once more!
[The End]
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