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The White-Clad Woman gazed at the river, pondering for a long time, and then softly said, "Our Dun Family is small in number and has faced many misfortunes. The boys often die young, and the girls have short lives; it seems our family's fate is cursed."
"Cursed?" The Young Man in Black was somewhat surprised.
"Yes, when I was young, I vaguely heard adults mention that the Dun Family seemed to have been cursed a hundred years ago, and our clan has lived under the shadow of that curse ever since. When I grew up, I once asked my parents about it, but they always denied it and were unwilling to discuss it further."
"That can't be true. Life and death are objective laws; no one can control them. Perhaps you misheard when you were a child," the Young Man in Black said.
"I comforted myself that way too, but recently I've been having particularly vivid nightmares, always dreaming that I have died, with a large pool of blood on the ground. My heart is filled with unease, and an inexplicable worry wells up inside me. That's why I'm afraid of you leaving; I'm afraid of loneliness and even more afraid of dying," the White-Clad Woman's eyes became moist.
The Young Man in Black held her tightly and gently comforted her. The two nestled together for a long time, letting time flow slowly like the river water.
In the distance, the sound of beautiful piano music drifted from the church.
"The music is so lovely," said the White-Clad Woman.
"Yes," the Young Man in Black smiled slightly.
"Only hands as perfect as yours can play such beautiful music," she gently held the Young Man in Black's slender right hand.
"Does this butterfly birthmark hurt?" The White-Clad Woman's hand slowly moved up to his right arm and began to stroke it gently.
"It doesn't hurt," the Young Man in Black replied softly.
The White-Clad Woman gently traced something with her right index finger on the birthmark of the Young Man in Black.
"What are you doing?" the Young Man in Black asked, puzzled.
"Nothing, I'm just writing the letters 'ily' with my hand, which means I love you. I want to entrust my life and the child in my womb to you, hoping that you will cherish us," the White-Clad Woman said solemnly.
"Of course. I will protect you both with my life," the Young Man in Black said as he lifted the White-Clad Woman's hands and kissed them gently.
"This is a vow of life, and also a curse. If you abandon me and our child, harm us, or betray us, these three letters will pierce your birthmark and leave your right arm bloodied," the White-Clad Woman said, gazing seriously into the Young Man in Black's eyes.
"How could that be? I would never abandon you. If I truly abandoned you and harmed you, I would rather cut off my right arm and live my life in shame as a one-armed man," the Young Man in Black vowed earnestly.
The two embraced tighter...
Time passed quickly as night slowly enveloped the river, becoming blurry and indistinct. The only constant was the sound of the ferry's horn and the never-ending flow of water.
In August, the Young Man in Black left Shanghai and set off for Poland. Due to sudden storms at sea, the ship made several stops and delays, causing him to arrive in Poland two months later. Upon reaching Poland, he found the city in ruins, and searching for the Demonic Music Sheet was not easy. Unexpected situations kept arising, causing the Young Man in Black to stay in Poland for a long time without finding the secretly buried Demonic Music Sheet.
In January of the following year, the White-Clad Woman gave birth to a baby girl. The child was safe, but she unfortunately passed away due to excessive bleeding. While sitting on a train, the Young Man in Black suddenly noticed that his butterfly birthmark on his right upper arm began to bleed profusely and hurt terribly until it was bloodied.
The Young Man in Black realized that his beloved had died. He had promised to always protect his beloved and their child; now he had betrayed his vow and failed to honor his beloved's trust in life. He had let her love down.
The Young Man in Black cried out in sorrow, filled with infinite sadness and endless regret. When he returned to Shanghai once more, his beloved was gone, and their child was missing. The Young Man in Black understood that his life would ultimately be spent in endless remorse.
The Young Man in Black, with a heart like dead ash, played the beautifully despairing Piano Piece, The Sorrow of the Demon, and then severed his own right upper arm, thus losing the mark of the Demonic Music heir. Without the symbol of the demon heir, he lost his soul.
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This was all that was written on those few pages. Qiluo Ling gazed long at the clear handwriting, unconsciously touching the Butterfly Brand on her arm, lost in thought.
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