However, there seemed to be an added sense of helplessness. The dimness in those golden eyes was invisible to anyone, covered by a layer of cold frost. Covered by that blood-thirsty aura, and that thick doting… “Making a fuss,” how laughable, on what grounds could one say she was making a fuss? An inexplicable anger surged in her heart; she forcefully shook off his hands. Once was not enough, so she did it twice. The wound on his large hand was pulled open, blood gushed out, the piercing pain made him relax for just that moment, and her slender waist immediately moved away. The elegant scent of cherry blossoms was gone, leaving only a trace of that lingering fragrance at the tip of her nose. Without her, his hot chest felt uncomfortable, and he reached out, wanting to grab hold of his beloved once again. A scent wafted over, it was an aphrodisiac fragrance. A soft body coiled around him, her jade-like fingers touching his bleeding hand, warmth spreading from her touch. Her soft, red lips pressed against the bleeding wound, sucking, the petals embedded in the flesh cut her vibrant lips, blood flowed out along the corner of her mouth, mixing with the cold liquid on the back of his hand. A silk handkerchief was placed over the wound, carefully bandaging it with such tenderness, such care. For some reason, it seemed there was a subtle change in Wang Xie’s heart. Seeing such an intimate action, why didn’t he push her away? Why did he let her bandage his wound in such an intimate manner? A hint of sour jealousy welled up in his heart.
“Wang, why don’t you push her away?” Seeing the still bleeding wound, the bright blood staining the white silk scarf, she felt heartache. Her glass-like eyes, moist with tears, looked at Wang Xie, even though his gaze had never once turned towards her but was always on that woman. Jealousy and hatred surged together, both women harboring their own thoughts, their complex emotions weaving into an invisible ribbon in the air, seemingly tying the three of them together from that moment.
“Because it’s something she wants to do, how could I stop her…” It was almost a murmur to himself, but those golden eyes, obscured by stray hairs, were always fixed on the person in the light blue dress.
“Alright, you said it, I’m leaving, and I guess you won’t stop me.” With that, she stepped towards the door.
“Why, can’t you just choose to trust me!” His voice, filled with hurt, rose, his brows furrowed in endless helplessness. He thought she would trust him; had it all been his one-sided wish all along?
“Trust you? Sure, show me the facts, give me a real reason to trust you!” The scenes of splendor replayed before her eyes, her mind clouded, only remembering the ambiguous, shameful scene behind the red veil. The more she thought, the angrier she got, feeling deceived, treated like a fool. If she hadn’t come, would she never have known the truth? She worried about his safety, couldn’t sleep or eat, always thinking of him, rushed here with excitement, hoping to see him safe and sound, and most importantly, to finish what she hadn’t said, “Wang Xie, I love you, I’ve fallen for you, this adorable demon king.” But now…
Similarly, in Wang Xie’s heart, he felt deceived. He had always trusted her, loved her, doted on her. For her, he gave up his noble status to share his wife with another. How many could show such magnanimity? He was a man, the king of the demon clan, surrounded by beauties. Yet, with all his sacrifices, what he received was her distrust. Why do you always think of leaving me? Haven’t I done enough? Ai Xiaotu, my patience will be worn out by you. He was the noble demon king, the feared king of all three realms; his blood-thirsty and domineering nature would never fade. What couldn’t he obtain? Nothing! He was the demon king, and for what he wanted, he would use any means necessary; love and hate ran deep. His anger mixed with fury, the demon king’s nature began to awaken, ruthless and cruel, his style of handling things. Ai Xiaotu, you really haven’t learned how to love someone. A person’s patience can be worn thin, let alone when he’s the demon king. He loves you, he will endure everything for you, but there are limits. Once that line is crossed, everything is just in vain. Perhaps, it was always meant to be like this; it makes you foolish, greedy, selfish, wanting more from the other…
“I won’t allow you to leave; you won’t step out of this door today.” With a roar, there was a loud “bang,” the gates of the demon palace were shut, darkness descended, making the already eerie and sinister demon realm even more terrifying. The gates of the demon world closed, and the light from outside could no longer enter, turning the demon realm into a place of darkness, a place of grudges, a place of bloodshed… The killing was beginning…
She was surprised; she hadn’t expected such a violent reaction from him. In her memory, Wang Xie was always a man full of affection, even if he had done excessive things before, the deep affection in his eyes never changed. But now, those beautiful golden eyes were filled with fear-inducing cruelty. Seeing such a Wang Xie, she was at a loss, with no tenderness or doting, only bloodlust, only slaughter… But if you looked closely, you’d see a deep, hidden hurt in his eyes, so deep that everyone forgot its existence, forgot that he too was a demon king with emotions.
“Ai Xiaotu, from now on, you can forget about escaping from my side; you’ve forced me to imprison you!” With a hint of pain, his possessive desire intensified, suffocating. Bright red fingernails dug into her palm, the pain in her heart greater than the pain in her hand. Liu Rushi’s trembling shoulders were filled with endless pain, endless jealousy…
Perhaps, at that moment, the wheel of fate began to turn again, the entanglement of the three was inevitable, destined…
Chapter 47
The terrifying golden needles, full of poison, emitted a dazzling light, leaving no room for thought; her body had already reacted. She knew she absolutely couldn’t let her get hurt. Looking at her sweet face, terrified and looking at her, she wanted to tell her not to be afraid, that everything was fine… Wanted to give her a reassuring smile, but her chest constricted violently, as if being torn in two, pain, intense pain sweeping through her body, her chest feeling like a thousand insects were gnawing at her heart. The pain spread to her head, feeling her blood slowly draining away, her mind went blank, then fell into an endless darkness…
Her panicked face flashed through his mind. At that moment, he hated himself so much for not being able to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes. Here is the English of the provided Chinese text:
A feeling of powerlessness gradually overwhelmed me. I tried hard to open my eyes, but they felt as heavy as if they were weighed down by lead. I longed to gaze upon that familiar face, now so helpless, the pain piercing my heart. I truly wanted to look at her just one more time, but alas, fate had other plans, and as darkness fell, I could no longer open my eyes… I felt my heart rotting away, deeply understanding what it means to be in unbearable agony. I was so scared, so scared that the love he had for her, the affection he felt, would rot away… because his heart was filled with her…
