My name is Xi Wang. My mother taught me since I was a child that I should never let go of love, because a truly strong person does not need the burden of love. Whenever I ask my mother why, she will always be absent-minded for a moment, and then her eyes will harden. Full of venom, it looks like a snake with open fangs. Although it is small, it can inadvertently deliver a fatal blow to a person.
Those rouged red lips spat out vicious and harsh words, followed by endless beatings.
The place I was most familiar with when I was a child was the dark prison, the biting cold all night, the endless darkness, and the lack of hope.
There were bursts of pain in my body, and my lips that should have been red became extremely pale. I could only be alone, huddled in a small corner timidly, with darkness accompanying me. At that moment, I felt the breath of death.
Xi Wang, hope. Where is the hope in my life? I kept questioning myself, but what I got was endless nights and piercing pain that made me sleepless.
Gradually, I went from the initial fear, fear, and grievance to the final numbness. I don’t know how many times I have experienced darkness with no end in sight. I slowly licked my wounds in the darkness, hypnotizing myself over and over again.
As time went by, I gradually learned to be obedient and disguise myself with a fake smile. My mother no longer beat and scolded me often, but instead acted like a loving mother.
But, I know that those are all her disguises, and there is an unknown conspiracy hidden under that sweet smile.
After I became an adult, my mother's old illness relapsed, and she couldn't survive that winter and passed away. I looked at her gradually cold body, and the corners of my mouth curved into a smile, thinking of my mother's hand that tightly held my own before she died, and her thin fingers. Leaving bruises one after another on the fair skin.
Those traces are so similar to the wounds I had when I was a child.
How ridiculous she was like that, like she was grasping at the only straw and falling into the only piece of driftwood in the water, but didn't she know that the well-behaved and sensible child in front of her had already died in so many dark nights
I looked into my mother's unblinking eyes, smiled, and freed my wrist from her hand.
When I walked to the courtyard, my mother's warmth still remained on my white wrists. The snowflakes fell on my body, which was cool, as if I was leaving someone with endless sorrow. I opened my red lips lightly and said, "It's so good."
A tear slipped silently down the cheek, and only the back of the young man in white was left in the world.
As I grew older, I became well-known in the immortal world. No one dared to force me to do anything anymore. It was too cold up there, and the days and nights in the heaven were very boring. I witnessed many gods competing with each other. I am very competitive and have seen the corruption and incompetence in the heaven. Gradually, I began to ignore the things in the three realms and practice in seclusion.
Little did I know that that time, I encountered the disaster of my life.
I remember when I first saw her, she was so small that I could strangle her to death with just one hand. She was huddled there alone, with a bruised arm exposed from the sleeves, and her long eyelashes trembling. Like a butterfly spreading its wings, she seemed to be unable to sleep well in her sleep, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Looking at her, I fell into deep memories. She was very much like myself when I was a child. She was as humble as an ant. A fragile person could strangle her to death with one hand. Her black eyes became darker and denser, like graphite that cannot be melted. , making people feel cold.
This is an article that the author thought about a long time ago. This is the original manuscript. It is still a little different from the story I originally wanted to write. If you want to read it, you can read it. If you don’t want to read it, I can let you know when I finish writing this short story. .
I always feel that what I write is too sweet, and it’s time to get a little sadistic. If you don’t like reading, just skip away. I’ll call you when I get to the main text.
(End of chapter)