*Cough*
Blood erupted from the woman's mouth as she tried to gather all the miasma that came from the cursed jar she was holding in her hands. As the evil spirits invaded her body, breaking it from the inside so violently, a bitter smile escaped on her pale, moon like face.
'Heh.. I am foolish until the end, huh?'
*Cough* *Cough*
Blood kept erupting from her soft lips as the cursed jar finally shattered to pieces. The woman fell to the ground, her eyes stared at night sky. There were no stars and the sky looked eerie and gloomy. It fit with her own situation.
The woman's bitter smile grew slightly wider as she kept on staring the gloomy night sky. She was recalling the life she had up until now. Her mother despised her because of her ability to see ghost and chose to raise her twin sister instead. She was adopted by Qing family but instead of love, she received hatred instead. Abuses, insults, molestation attempt, she endured all in hope someday they could love her.
Yet in the end it was futile. It was just her own wishful thinking. A wish that would never happen not matter how many times she prayed to the heaven.
'Aahh.. So tired..'
The woman murmured inwardly. Her mind then drifted to another memory. It was a memory of her special person. Well.. special person only for her.. not for the other party..
A man who was cold and handsome. A man whose eyes only for her twin sister. A man she loved so dearly. A man who she gave her life to.
A weak scoff escaped her lips that were tainted with blood. The woman felt her life was indeed pathetic, the worst and foolish kind of loser. No one loved her. No one cared for her. Her only friends were just those who were not living anymore. Yes.. her friends were only.. Ghosts..
'Right.. truly pathetic..'
The woman's eyelids fluttered, slowly droping and finally she closed her eyes, succumbing to dark. She wanted to let all go. At the end of her breath, she made a vow in her heart.
'In this life, I gave my life for you.. In the next life.. I want to live for myself..'
'...I... Won't fall in love with you for the second time...'
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"Ming Yue!"
A man with cold and handsome face ran toward a woman's body. He dropped his knees as soon as he reached her and with a shaking hand he touched her face.
Cold... yes.. the woman's skin was cold.. at that moment he knew that he was too late. His heart felt empty and painful as if someone had gouged it out of his chest.
Regret...
Yes, he regretted that he was too late to realize his own feeling. If it wasn't for Ming Yue's twin sister's words, he wouldn't realize it at all. This time, Long Zhi Qiang regretted so much.
He took Ming Yue's body into his arms as the heat forming at corner of his eyes, slowly but sure it accumulated and fell.
"Ming Yue..."
"Ming Yue.."
"Ming Yue.."
But, no matter how many times he called her names, the woman in his arms wouldn't respond. A sob and groan filled with anguish escaped Zhi Qiang's lips as he tried to recall the memories he had with Ming Yue. However he only recalled his cold treatment towards her.
Ming Yue who always greeted him with warm smile. Ming Yue who always had time for him whether daytime or night time. Ming Yue who always supported him from the side, encouraging him to get close to Ying Yue. Ming Yue who gave her life to save him from 'The Curse Of Thousand Spirits'.
Yes.. to that warm and kind, Ming Yue.. Zhi Qiang only gave her cold treatment..
Closing his eyes, Zhi Qiang tightened his embrace on Ming Yue's cold body. Then.. he made a vow..
"Ming Yue, if there is a next life.. I will give my heart to you.."
Yes.. all of it.. belonged to Ming Yue..
His heart..
His body..
His soul..