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"Yes."

He said that he saw Lu Xueqi's body sway almost imperceptibly, and he immediately continued:

"But it wasn't what you imagine. The Dripping Blood Cave was dark and cold. We were both injured, and it was just the two of us there... We slept together at night. I held her, and she leaned against me, that was all."

He paused, looked into Lu Xueqi's eyes, and continued, "Later, after leaving the Dripping Blood Cave, outside Kongsang Mountain, I asked her to let me go, but she refused. She ambushed me and captured me. After that, at the Ghost King Sect stronghold, on the small island, in Changhe City... she shared a room and slept in the same bed with me, but it really was just sleeping. If I wanted to do something to her, or if she wanted to do something to me, it would have been much more than that. I used the God-Slaying Spear to send you a message saying that I encountered a little trouble, and this is the trouble."

He finished speaking in one breath, then felt a tightness in his chest and added, "Her name is Biyao, she is the daughter of Wanrenwang, the sect leader of the Ghost King Sect."

Lu Xueqi listened quietly, her face expressionless, but her eyes remained fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan, as if trying to see into the depths of his soul.

After he finished speaking, she remained silent for a long time before asking very softly:

Do you like her?

Jiang Xiaochuan was startled.

He recalled that on Black Wind Cliff, Biyao asked him, "Do you have any genuine feelings?" and he answered, "Yes."

He also recalled the genuine pity and trembling in his heart when Biyao cried and recounted those dark past events in the Dripping Blood Cave.

There were also candied hawthorns in Changhe City, and barbecue on the island, those days and nights filled with guilt, pity, responsibility, and an inexplicable attraction.

Like it?

He didn't know, at least not in the kind of "like" that Lu Xueqi asked about and that she thought he had.

He looked away, gazing at the rolling waves in the distance. His voice lowered, carrying a helplessness that even he couldn't convince himself of: "I don't know, Xueqi. Matters of the heart are complicated. In that kind of environment, two people depended on each other for survival. Some things... are hard to explain."

He paused, suddenly remembering Lu Xueqi from the original story—that aloof and proud woman who, even if the person she loved didn't reciprocate her feelings, would still wish her happiness. A strange emotion welled up within him. He turned to look at Lu Xueqi and asked:

"If... I mean, if I really fell in love with her, what would you do?"

He thought Lu Xueqi would remain silent, be heartbroken, or perhaps offer her blessings... (?)

But he was wrong.

Upon hearing these words, Lu Xueqi's feigned composure shattered instantly.

Her eyes widened suddenly, something rapidly gathering and churning within them, eventually solidifying into an almost desperate coldness. She looked at him as if he were a stranger, or as if she were looking at a pathetic dream.

"How long have you known each other?" Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable sharpness. "A month? Two months? Impossible."

"What if?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked stubbornly, his initial tentative thought turning into a panic he himself didn't understand.

"There are no 'ifs'!"

Lu Xueqi said firmly, each word like an ice bead hitting the ground.

"Absolutely impossible!"

She stopped looking at him and turned to leave.

The pale figure moved swiftly among the gray-black rocks, quickly disappearing from sight.

The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell, and also the chilling echo of her last words.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood there, looking at the empty reef, feeling empty inside as well.

He suddenly realized that he had asked an extremely stupid question.

……

When we returned to the cave where we were temporarily staying at Xiaozhu Peak, it was already dark. There were no lights in the cave, only a faint ray of light coming in from the entrance.

Lu Xueqi leaned against the cold stone wall and slowly slid down, hugging her knees and burying her face in her arms.

The cave was quiet, with only her own breathing and the faint sound of waves coming from outside.

"You slept with her?"

Do you like her?

"What would you do if I really fell in love with her?"

Those words, the scene of Biyao kissing Jiang Xiaochuan on Black Wind Cliff, the glistening moisture on Jiang Xiaochuan's lips, Biyao's sweet yet wicked smile, and that phrase "sharing a bed for over a month"...

All the images and sounds, like countless cold needles, pierced her mind and heart, stirring them repeatedly.

She thought everything would be alright once he came back, that her anxieties and speculations were just her overthinking, and that things were somehow different between them.

But unbeknownst to her, while she was worrying day and night, he and another woman spent more than a month sleeping in each other's arms in the dark underground.

The woman kissed him, and although he was unwilling, he did not push her away. The woman asked him if he had feelings for her, and he said "yes" in front of her.

Sharing a bed and pillow.

There are feelings involved.

Then what is she?

What was she to us in those nine years?

What about those moments she secretly treasured, which she thought were unique?

Is he a ridiculous, wishful fool?

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her heart, making her feel cold all over and tremble uncontrollably.

She slowly raised her head, her face devoid of tears, only a deathly pale white. In the darkness, her eyes shone with an astonishing light, churning with something almost insane.

She remembered the bamboo forest where she had told him, "If you die, I will never live on alone."

That's true. If he's gone, this world has no meaning for her anymore.

But if he's alive, yet his heart is filled with others, he kisses others, shares a bed with others, and has feelings for others...

That was more unbearable for her than death.

A clear, cold thought, like a poisoned dagger in the darkness, silently surfaced in her mind, carrying a chilling aura yet remaining exceptionally firm.

If Jiang Xiaochuan falls in love with Biyao.

If Jiang Xiaochuan had chosen Biyao.

So...

She will kill Biyao first.

Use the Heavenly Jade to cut off that woman's head, destroy that bright yet vicious face, and erase all traces of her existence.

then……

She will kill Jiang Xiaochuan.

It won't cause him pain.

Find a quiet place, and wait until he's asleep or caught off guard.

Soon, it stopped hurting, and then she lay down beside him and, with the same sword, pierced her own heart.

If we cannot share a bed in life, we will share a grave in death.

No one can take it away, and no one should take it away.

She didn't want to grant his wish, didn't want to bless him, and didn't want to watch him grow old with someone else.

She only wanted him, the living, breathing Jiang Xiaochuan who only had eyes for her. If she couldn't have him, then they would destroy each other, cleanly and thoroughly, belonging only to each other.

This thought, like a venomous snake, coiled around her heart, making her tremble all over, yet also bringing a strange, almost liberating pleasure.

She slowly hugged her arms, her fingertips digging deep into her flesh.

But just then, another image suddenly flashed through my mind:

In the bamboo forest, Jiang Xiaochuan looked into her eyes and softly called out "Xueqi." He held her in his arms and said, "I'm sorry for making you worry." When they fell into the Abyss of Death, he held her tightly in his arms and said, "Don't be afraid."

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Two thoughts were tearing at my mind.

One said, "Kill him, and he'll be yours forever." The other said, "Can you bear to do that?"

Of course she couldn't bear to part with it; she couldn't bear it more than anyone else.

But she couldn't bear to see him taken away by someone else.

She opened her eyes, the madness in them undiminished, only deepened. She spoke softly, her voice low, echoing in the dark cave:

"Lu Xueqi, you've gone mad."

She paused for a moment, then said, "So be it."

Outside the cave, the sky was completely dark. Thick clouds had gathered at some point, obscuring the stars and moon. The sea breeze was getting stronger, carrying damp and cold moisture, foreshadowing an impending storm.

In the distance, a muffled rumble of thunder could be heard rolling across the sky.

……