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When they met again, Su Xiaonan lay weakly in front of the gate of Ziwan Villa, bloodied and battered.
"What happened?!"
Shen Mozui trembled as he reached out to touch Su Xiaonan's blood-stained face. It felt as though his breath had stopped amidst the crimson haze, and his heart was gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Who could tell him what had transpired? His lively, cheerful Xiaonan… how could she end up like this?!
"The people down the mountain said… I am the daughter of 'Emerald Moon and Crimson Attire,' the spawn of the Demon Lord… I should… I should die…"
Su Xiaonan's face twisted in pain, her voice barely audible and fragmented. She finally understood why that old man had never allowed her to descend the mountain, why he had strictly forbidden her from getting involved in the martial world.
All she wanted was to sneak up to Wudang Mountain to see what the woman who intended to become his wife looked like. But due to her lack of skill, she was discovered.
Those people, upon seeing her face, were first filled with unimaginable terror, as if they had encountered a horrifying monster. Then their expressions shifted entirely.
Many of them surrounded her with weapons in hand, their eyes brimming with hostility and murderous intent.
They said her father was the ruthless Demon Lord, the leader of the Emerald Moon Sect.
And her beautiful mother, once adored by countless admirers as the Red-Dressed Fairy of the martial world, had lost her mind and betrayed the righteous path of martial arts for that demon, fleeing with him into a life of crime, ultimately choosing to die together.
They claimed she was a disaster born with countless blood debts. She was here to repay them.
The blood debts of the previous generation must all be repaid with the demon blood flowing through her veins.
The scenery before her gradually blurred, leaving only a patchwork of light and shadow and his handsome, jade-like face in her eyes.
She knew he was not her biological father. She knew he had once deeply loved her mother. She knew how he had done everything in his power to care for her over the years.
What she did not know was that the reason he intended to spend his life at Zi Wan Peak was for her sake.
What she did not know was that her constant mischief and provocations stemmed from jealousy and resentment.
Jealousy that he always sought the shadow of her mother in her. Jealousy that his gaze lingered on her, meant for another person who was intimately connected to her by blood.
Resentment that he always avoided meeting her eyes directly.
What she did not know was that she did not care whether he preferred Murong Er or Wudang Six, because he had said he only had her.
What she did not know was that he was the only one in the world who would treat her well without any conditions.
What she did not know was that she also wanted to stay by his side. To accompany him until death.
“Old man…” Su Xiaonan buried her head in his chest, and Shen Mozui felt a warmth spreading across his front, unsure if it was tears or blood. “Can I… not be your daughter anymore… and you don’t have to marry that Martial Arts World's Most Beautiful Woman, okay…”
“What Martial Arts World's Most Beautiful Woman! She doesn’t even compare to you and your mother in terms of beauty!”
He trembled as he held her tightly, his hands gripping her as if afraid she would vanish. He murmured to her, "My Xiaonan is the most beautiful; no one can compare to you."
She smiled brightly, listening to his heartbeat as she whispered, "Then in the next life... forget my mother... just remember me, okay? Please..."
"You silly girl. You won't die. I promise you won't die."
Shen Mozui's gaze lingered on the vivid red butterfly tattoo on her wrist.
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