Dongfang Qingcang has been torn between two desires lately, but what will he choose? Read and find out.
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The next day arrived, and the relentless sun cast its glaring rays directly into Dongfang Qingcang's stunning eyes, compelling him to rouse from his slumber. Gradually, he pried open his heavy eyelids, struggling to shake off the remnants of weariness that clung to him like a weight after failing to open the portal with Meilin the previous day. As he regained his senses, his weary gaze descended with robotic movements, fixating on her form nestled upon his chest, seeking solace from her nightmares by finding refuge in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Qingcang, just remember that you have me. I've told you that you're no longer alone. Even if we can't open the portal, you can still live here in my world with me."
Meilin's voice reverberated in Qingcang's mind, resurrecting cherished memories of their shared moments. This level of kindness was foreign to him, for he had never encountered such genuine care. From childhood, he had been treated as nothing more than a formidable weapon against the fairies, devoid of individuality or vulnerabilities. In the past, any hint of weakness had been met with punishment rather than empathy. At first, he regarded her as an enemy, a burden, and a liability he wished to rid himself of at the first opportunity.
"It's because I'd miss you... tremendously."
Meilin's confession from the previous night echoed in Qingcang's recollection. He stole a sidelong glance at her, his mind swirling with confusing thoughts. He exhaled deeply. 'Her words stirred my heart last night. But why does she feel this way?' he pondered, captivated by her sentiment. What he suspected her to feel, that he perceived, was a sensation of yearning, of longing, and something unfamiliar to him. 'The sensation was similar to the moments when we kissed, except it didn't drain my life force,' he mused, vividly remembering their kisses through the portal, the tantalizing alteration of her taste buds with their near-kiss, and the two kisses they shared when she fell into his embrace. The captivating scent that enveloped her, the accelerated rhythm of her heart, the supple touch of her skin, and the intoxicating sensation of her plush lips upon his own.
Raising his hand, Qingcang blinked in surprise at the capability to move his body now. He instinctively brought his fingers to his lips, relishing recollecting all the intimate moments he had shared with Meilin. As his fingertip brushed his lips, his gaze descended upon the slumbering figure nestled against his chest. He felt the rhythmic pulsations of her heart against his skin, the warmth of her breath against his well-defined collarbone, and a profound connection that defied the boundaries of his previous reality.
Qingcang's breath hitched, a surge of sensations overwhelming his senses. His heart swelled with a warmth that permeated his entire being, and his breaths came in quick, shallow gasps. He was astounded that Meilin remained undisturbed, her tranquil sleep undisturbed by the turmoil within his heart. His brows furrowed, a storm brewing within him as he closed his eyes, his trembling lips parting slightly, releasing a breathy moan that reverberated in the room, solidifying the sprout that had grown within the long-dormant Sea of Heart and Emotion Tree of his.
Pausing to collect himself and regain his composure, Qingcang prepared to sit up, his body still pulsating with the remnants of his intense sensations. However, when his gaze fell upon Meilin's peaceful form, her ear pressed gently against his chest, he hesitated to disturb her serene slumber. 'Nevermind... I'll allow you to sleep for as long as you desire,' he selflessly decided, his eyes now holding a dreamy and relaxed gaze as he observed her. 'Once I kill the culprit, I'll take you to the island you've always longed to live on. I'll bring this house with us and place it in the most pleasant location, just as you've wished,' he mused internally, recollecting their conversation where she had expressed her heartfelt desire to be elsewhere, particularly on that beautiful island, with the sincere hope of bringing her beloved home along. He wanted nothing more than to fulfill her heartfelt desire.
As Qingcang continued to gaze at Meilin, he detected subtle signs of her awakening. "I..." she murmured sleepily, her voice barely audible, yet it captivated him, leaving him eager to hear her following words. "Love..." she continued to mumble, her words muffled in her slumber. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned closer, straining to decipher her faint words until a single phrase emerged distinctly. "Yichen..." she whispered before succumbing again to unintelligible mutterings, lost in the realm of her dreams.
Qingcang's breath caught in his throat as Yichen's name intertwined with Meilin's declaration of love. It felt like his heart descended into an abyss, a sharp blow striking at his very core with the mere mention of another man's name alongside the word 'love'. The sensation pierced his chest, and restlessness surged through him. 'What's so great about Yichen that she's so fond of him?' he wondered. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened, and a prominent vein throbbed on his forehead, mirroring the intensity of his scowl. Discomfort overwhelmed him, and he scoffed at the situation. 'Forget it. Tonight, I'll open the portal and leave. I have no time to waste on a lowly human,' he bitterly thought, sneering as he prepared to rise. However, to his surprise, she was already stirring from her slumber.
Meilin's eyelids fluttered open, only to find herself in an exceedingly awkward position. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the chest of a familiar figure, her leg entangled with a pair of knees. 'Oh my God,' she inwardly exclaimed, her mind refusing to acknowledge the reality that awaited her if she dared to lift her gaze.
"Comfortable?" a deep voice inquired, laced with a subtle tinge of sarcasm.
Slowly turning her head upward, Meilin was met with a sight that shattered her composure, her shock palpable in her widened eyes. There lay Qingcang, intimately close to her. A bloodcurdling scream tore through her lips as she frantically unraveled herself from their entangled embrace, the impact of her landing on the floor resounding with a thud. "Ow! What the heck?" she exclaimed, her gaze fixed on the Moon Supreme, her disbelief evident. "What have you done? Why did you touch me?"
Qingcang blinked, irritation and lingering anger evident in his gaze due to his sense of betrayal. "You touched me, not the other way around! Besides, you've been thrashing about and hitting me throughout the night!" he retorted, his voice filled with frustration.
"W-what..." Meilin stammered, her face flushing with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to make a scene like this. I had no idea what I was doing."
Qingcang sighed deeply, his scowl gradually fading as he regained his composure. However, a tinge of regret seeped into his thoughts, questioning the value of his investment in Meilin after all he had done for her.
"You... didn't sleep last night?" Meilin inquired, a pang of guilt washing over her as she met Qingcang's empty gaze. His sleepless night weighed heavily on her conscience, knowing that she had unintentionally disrupted his rest. "Then," she began hesitantly, her voice filled with remorse. "You can sleep here! I promise not to disturb you."
"No need. I have a culprit to track down," Qingcang replied, his tone tinged with determination and pain. He cast one last glance at Meilin, a look she instantly recognized as one filled with heartbreak. It mirrored the same expression she had worn when Yichen had disclosed his impending marriage. With that heart-wrenching gaze, he vanished in a whirl of anger and hurt, no longer interested in hearing her baseless accusations or her lingering fondness for Yichen.
"Wai—" Meilin began to protest, but her voice trailed off, swallowed by the void left in Qingcang's absence. "I think... I've hurt him once again," she whispered, her eyes reflecting a deep sadness. She let out a profound sigh, contemplating the twists and turns that life had presented her with.
Collecting her composure, Meilin delved into the significance of the final scene in her dream, seeking understanding and solace. "Why did Yichen hurt me in my dream when I told him I'm not in love with him? He was never the aggressive type. It was as if he had changed into a monster," she muttered, the vivid memory of the dream scene still lingering in her mind. Yichen, someone she had once trusted, had regarded her as an enemy, his gaze teeming with a thirst for bloodshed. A shiver coursed through her, causing goosebumps on her delicate skin. "It was just a dream. I shouldn't take it too seriously. But it felt so real..."
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Qingcang soared through the expansive sky, his sensations swirling in anger and confusion. "I've never invested so much of myself in someone as I have with her, yet she..." His words trailed off, lost amidst the tumultuous storm of his breaths. A heavy burden rested upon his chest as he grappled with conflicting feelings. "I don't care about her life, but she belongs to me. Once I find a way to sever our bond and open the portal, that burdensome human will hold no value to me," he muttered bitterly, his voice strained with betrayal. The echoes of Meilin's stabbing words repeatedly played in his mind, fueling the flames of his resentment. "And once she's out of the picture, I'll no longer bear this weakness," he declared, his tone dripping with aggression, his lips twisting into a sneer.
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"I could have some fun while he's not here. I won't be able to do much until he returns this evening," Meilin declared, her thoughts set on seizing the opportunity to use the time she had for herself. She made her way to the closet, contemplating the perfect outfit to embrace the essence of the day. After careful consideration, she settled on a white lace dress, yearning to bask in the sweet vibes of summer. Deep down, she longed to wear white again, as Qingcang had disrupted her wedding day yesterday. Today, she sought to relish the experience she had missed out on.
With the outfit selection complete, Meilin hurried over to her dressing table, swiftly illuminating the LED lights surrounding her mirror. It was time to indulge in her beloved makeup routine—a moment of blissful self-care she had longed for. Today was all about reclaiming her sense of self.
"That naughty rascal isn't here to pester me anyway. I'll ask him why he's upset this evening. Surely, I can comfort him," Meilin playfully remarked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she chuckled. "Oh, speaking of which... I need to store the wedding dress and tuxedo in the attic. I washed them as soon as I arrived yesterday, so they should be dry by now," she said with a determined nod. She set off to carefully stow away the remnants of her disrupted nuptials, ready to embrace the new day with a newfound spirit of independence.
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Amidst his relentless flight, Qingcang became aware of an unexpected occurrence, an enigma that caught him off guard. He halted in mid-air, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings. 'Strange,' he mused, his thoughts swirling with intrigue. 'After our previous argument, I could feel her tears and the weight of her sorrow. But now, there's nothing. Why?' he pondered. The realization struck him. He resumed his search, pressing forward with unwavering focus. "No matter. I have more important matters at hand than to waste my thoughts on these trivialities," he declared firmly, his shock transforming into a deep scowl etched upon his features, fueling his determination to locate the culprit.
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Meilin ascended the grand staircase, her steps filled with purpose as she walked toward the attic—the pinnacle of her sprawling house. Empowered by an unwavering determination, she felt invincible energy coursing through her veins, as if she could conquer the world with her steadfast spirit. As she climbed, her mind buzzed with thoughts of the delights that awaited her once her task was complete. "After this, I'll treat myself to a refreshing strawberry smoothie and bask under the shade of a beach umbrella near the pool," she envisioned, relishing the idyllic scene in her mind.
However, Meilin's lofty aspirations were abruptly shattered as her eyes beheld an astonishing sight. A shimmering, translucent circle of light materialized at the attic's heart. It crackled and popped with untamed energy, defying logic and reason. "What?" she gasped, her voice laced with disbelief. Her mind raced to comprehend how the portal she and Qingcang had tirelessly strived to create had materialized in her attic. "When did this appear?" she wondered aloud, her voice filled with awe and confusion.
But Meilin bewilderment was short-lived as a sudden cacophony shattered the air, a sound resembling the clash of iron objects. It reverberated through the space, wrenching her from her thoughts. Yet, it did not emanate from the enigmatic portal.
"Die, you damsel," a chilling voice, all too familiar, rang out.
Meilin's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in sheer horror, and her hand instinctively flew to her chest, where an intense warmth accompanied by scarlet wetness spread rapidly. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest as pain surged through her body, threatening to consume her essence. Staring at the woman who had attacked her, she was overcome with shock and disbelief.
Fear tightened its grip on Meilin as the wicked voice continued, filled with malice. "This is what you get for interfering with my husband," the voice hissed with satisfaction. "I've seen you escape the dangers I planned for you, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and finish the job."
Alarm reverberated through Meilin's ears, her heart racing like a trapped bird. The realization hit her with a dark revelation—she was face-to-face with the true culprit. "J-Jianmin..." she stammered, her voice trembling, her body slumping to the floor near her assailant, weakened by the vicious attack. Her strength waned, but she summoned the remnants of her resolve to utter one final sentence. "You... you spawn of Satan," she mustered her words in a whisper, a feeble protest against the impending darkness that threatened to consume her.
Jianmin's eyes burned with fury, and her face contorted with rage at Meilin's defiance. Her fingers tightened their grip on Meilin's collar, pressing into the fabric with force.
Jianmin held the object firmly in her hand, feeling its weight and coolness against her palm. Smoke lazily drifted from the barrel, creating an eerie atmosphere. She blew on it, the wisps of smoke curling around her face, adding to her aura of cold determination. Her eyes grew harder, the fire within extinguished, replaced by a chilling resolve.
"You must be wondering how I got here," Jianmin's voice cut through the tense air, dripping with wickedness that sent shivers down Meilin's spine. She moved closer, her face nearing Meilin's like a predator closing in on its prey. Her words were filled with taunting cruelty designed to inflict psychological pain. "One day, while Yichen was showering, I took his keys. And you know what I did next? I made a copy of your keys, Meilin. You know how people shower, don't you? They become vulnerable. Just like you are now," she sneered.
Despite the struggle to breathe, Meilin summoned her remaining strength. Determined, she mustered up saliva and spat defiantly at Jianmin, marking her tormentor. In that fleeting moment, a surge of satisfaction rushed through her weakened body. 'I've always wanted to do that,' she thought, her eyes on the verge of surrendering to the darkness.
"HOW DARE YOU SPIT ON MY FACE?" Jianmin's voice erupted in anger. She seized Meilin by the collar, her grip tight and menacing, blocking any remaining hope from Meilin's fragile frame.
"Oh, that was... your face...? I thought... it was a... baboon's butt," Meilin strained to retort, a mischievous grin barely visible. Despite the dire situation, a flicker of her playful nature emerged as a final act of defiance against her captor. In that fleeting moment, she noticed something: Jianmin was unaware of the hidden portal. 'I'll use it to escape and find shelter until I can recover,' she strategized in her mind, her eyes darting towards the concealed passage that promised a chance at survival.
Enraged, Jianmin slapped Meilin's face, leaving a mark, and pain surged through her skin. "You know what? I still have unfinished business with you. You won't be leaving here alive," Jianmin snarled, gripping Meilin's hair tightly, causing her to whimper. "Consider my regards sent straight to Hell."
As Meilin lay there, her battered body barely clinging to life, she heard loud thuds echoing in the attic. The first two sounds were two blows from Jianmin's weapon. It marked the end of her struggle, the death toll of her hopes for escape through the hidden portal. The third sound was the chilling silence that followed, a grim reminder of her impending demise.
Jianmin, with a twisted sparkle in her eyes, manipulated the weapon with her finger for the fourth time, causing Meilin to experience searing pain once again with a loud metal sound from it. Despite the tears streaking Meilin's bruised face and bloodied mouth, a fierce glimmer of defiance shone in her eyes. Unleashing maniacal laughter, she reveled in the sight of Meilin's agony, relishing the torment she had inflicted. She raised the object with satisfaction, prepared to pull it again.
However, her motion abruptly halted.
Jianmin's eyes widened in disbelief as she realized she had run out of them. The weapon clicked empty, a stark reminder of her limited power. "You're tougher than I thought," she taunted, her voice laced with admiration and pleasure. "Four times it has wounded you, yet you still cling to life. I suppose there are other ways to hurt you as you vanish," she mused, releasing her grip on Meilin's hair and allowing her head to collide with the unforgiving floor. Meilin's anguished cries pierced the air, reaching Jianmin's ears like sweet music, further fueling her cruelty. She pressed her foot forcefully against Meilin's battered chest, a chilling smirk on her lips. "Remember when you ruined my expensive shoes?" she sneered, relishing in the memories of past grievances. Amidst heartless laughter, she exerted relentless pressure, causing Meilin to scream in agony as her already injured chest bore the weight of Jianmin's stiletto heel.
Amid the torment, Meilin's mind raced, desperately trying to comprehend the intensity of Jianmin's hatred. 'What have I done to deserve such hatred?' she pondered, her thoughts intertwining with the searing pain coursing through her body. 'I distanced myself from Yichen after he revealed his upcoming marriage to her,' she recalled, a glimmer of regret flickering within her fading consciousness. 'At least the portal is here... Pretty Eyes can finally leave...' she thought faintly, a fleeting smile gracing her lips. 'If only I could tell him that I... I...' her thoughts were abruptly cut off, overwhelmed by the torment as she surrendered to unconsciousness, slipping away into another realm of awareness, seeking solace from the relentless agony.
Maintaining her cruel foothold on Meilin's chest, Jianmin displayed a mixture of satisfaction and contempt in her eyes. "Hmph. She's finally reaping what she sowed," she muttered, relishing in the power she held over her helpless victim, oblivious to the suffering she had inflicted.
Suddenly, an extraordinary event unfolded before them. Jianmin's foot pressed firmly against Meilin's chest, enveloped in blazing flames that flickered with an otherworldly blue hue. The scorching fire consumed her foot, reducing it to ashes within seconds. A blend of terror and disbelief twisted Jianmin's features, her screams resonating throughout the room, carrying the weight of her fear.
"M-My foot!" Jianmin shrieked, her voice quivering with an overwhelming sense of dread. Her eyes darted around, frantically searching for answers, desperate to comprehend the impossible phenomenon that had just occurred.
There, cloaked in an aura of ominous power, stood Dongfang Qingcang, the man Jianmin recognized as 'the man from the hotel'. His eyes blazed with intense blue flames, a mesmerizing yet haunting sight. His deep voice reverberated with a husky undertone as he spoke, carrying a chilling warning. "I warned you not to lay a finger on her," he stated, his words dripping with a potent mixture of authority and menace. His gaze shifted, surveying the trembling form of Jianmin, who clung desperately to a nearby chair for support, her entire being overwhelmed by a creeping sense of impending doom.
"It's you again! Who are you?" Jianmin's voice quivered, a sense of recognition blending with the stark realization that her life was hanging by a thread.
"How dare you, a dying mutt, ask for my name?" Qingcang's retort came in a low, monotone voice that resonated with simmering fury. Flames of vivid blue erupted from the center of his palm, their intensity growing with each passing moment, casting an eerie glow on his face. The flames mirrored the burning rage within him, intensifying the fear etched in Jianmin's eyes. After suppressing his violent urges for too long, the satisfaction of ending someone's life surged through his veins, reminding him of his darkness. These primal urges could never be tamed; sooner or later, he would revert to his old ways. "Now, I shall grant you a slow and agonizing demise," he declared his sinister intentions with a vicious smirk curling his lips, his words laced with a palpable sense of malice.
Jianmin gazed up at Qingcang, her face filled with fear and desperation. "No..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with a last shred of hope.
Qingcang's smirk widened. He raised a hand, invoking a brilliant blaze of blue fire that emanated from his palm, leaving Jianmin with no means of evading his wrath. The intensity of his energy left her defenseless, trapped within its searing grasp. "Oh, I won't end you just yet," he sneered harshly. "Instead, I shall cast a shield upon you so you'll feel the pain while keeping your body intact," he declared. With a swift hand motion, he unleashed his Hellfire upon her. She cried in agony as the intense energy consumed her, her body contorted in pain. Her anguished cries echoed through the attic, her life hanging by a thread.
Qingcang kept his gaze fixed on Jianmin, his eyes full of determination. He wanted her to feel the weight of her punishment as a repayment for the pain she inflicted on Meilin returned in tenfold measure.
As the Hellfire overwhelmed Jianmin, her cries became desperate pleas for mercy. Tears filled her eyes as she realized the consequences of her actions. 'So, this is why they say any kind of magic is evil,' she thought, her mind racing with remorse. 'There's no distinction between white and black magic; they all carry the same consequences, one disguised as beautiful and the other as ugly. This is the price I've paid for my foolish acts. I regret dabbling in magic.' The salt of her tears added a stinging sensation to her cheeks, a bitter reminder of her irreversible choices. But it was too late for remorse. Moments before her demise, she fully grasped the gravity of her mistake, making her fate all the more tragic. Hell became her destination, and what a wicked place to dwell! Gradually, she dissipated, her form crumbling into dust before Qingcang's unforgiving eyes.
Qingcang enjoyed witnessing the tormentor's suffering, relishing in his satisfaction of ridding Meilin's suffering that Jianmin had caused her. He wore a triumphant smirk on his face.
In response to Jianmin's demise, dark energies emanated from her ashes, creating an ominous aura that seemed on the verge of escaping, a desperate attempt to evade the wrath of the Moon Supreme. 'So, she was the culprit after all,' Qingcang thought.
However, Qingcang swiftly acted, using his Hellfire to dispel the dark energies. He ensured that no trace of Jianmin's presence or her 'workers' would escape his grasp. Ultimately, he left nothing but the fading remnants of her existence.
Qingcang's heart, heavy with despair, tore his gaze away from the ashes scattered on the floor. He extinguished the raging Hellfire in his palm with a steady hand, allowing the flickering flames to dwindle into darkness. His eyes, once filled with the blaze of blue fire, now held a flicker of concern as they shifted towards Meilin's motionless form. Swiftly, he approached her with determined steps, a mix of urgency and tenderness guiding his movements. His sole focus was to tend to her injuries and ensure her safety.
However, shock coursed through Qingcang like an electric current, freezing him. The sight that befell his eyes left him immobile—Meilin lay before him, unconscious and wounded, blood trickling from her mouth. The dire state of her condition struck him with a force that threatened to shatter his will.
Immersed in a whirlpool of sensations, Qingcang stood there, his hands trembling, his breath quickened, and his mouth slightly agape. He could not tear his gaze away from his wife's dying moments. Sinking to his knees, he cradled her delicate head in his hands, his thumb tenderly stroking her soft cheek. "Meilin... Meilin!" he exclaimed, desperation seeping into his voice, but his words fell upon silence.
Powerlessness overwhelmed Qingcang, and his strength and abilities were rendered futile in Meilin's deteriorating state.
Qingcang swallowed, a profound emptiness consuming him from within. The realization that Meilin was slipping away from him gripped his heart with an ironclad grip. 'She's dying,' he thought, his eyes fixated on her fragile form, their usual vibrancy now dimmed by impending loss. His mind raced, searching for answers to the question that plagued him—why was this happening? Then, a flicker of recollection pierced through the haze of despair. Last night, he had sensed a dramatic spike in her body temperature, reminiscent of that fateful night when she first teleported and became a Moon Tribesman. 'Could it be that her temperature is connected to our bond?' he mused. When he sensed the absence of her emotions and pain earlier, it stirred an unsettling intuition, urging him to return urgently.
Yet, despite his urgency, he had arrived too late.
As Qingcang held Meilin in his arms, the sound of shockwaves and crackling electricity reached his ears from a corner of the attic. His eyes widened in disbelief, fixating on a portal that pulsed with energy amidst the charged atmosphere. A mixture of awe and disbelief washed over him. It was as if some of his past wishes had materialized before his eyes. The portal, a gateway to freedom and separation, had arrived, and his life was no longer bound to hers.
With determination, Qingcang glanced at the fading portal, its ethereal glow diminishing with each passing moment. Panic surged within him as the realization struck—time was running out, and the portal would soon vanish. He shifted his gaze back to Meilin, her frail and wounded state tugging at his heartstrings. Contemplation furrowed his brow as he weighed his options, fully aware that her condition was rapidly deteriorating, and the decision weighed heavily upon him. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he assessed the dire circumstances. Her life hung in the balance, her injuries pushing her closer to the edge of death. He understood the urgency of his situation. "If I don't leave now, I'll never be able to return. The portal drains her energy, and bringing her with me will quicken her death," he reasoned, his voice filled with desperation and determination. Closing his eyes, he tried to steady his racing thoughts.
"I love Yichen."
In Qingcang's mind, the memory of Meilin's words from earlier this morning echoed like a haunting refrain. The words reverberated within him, fueling a surge of anger and resentment. With a profound exhale, he made his choice, accepting the bitter reality that lay before him. "So, this is where we part," he whispered, his voice laced with a tinge of sorrow. Gently, he released his hold on her, lowering her fragile form to the floor. It was a painful decision, but he knew it was necessary, for she only hindered the pursuit of his destiny. "I am the Moon Supreme. I must be ruthless, kill everywhere, and lead the Moon Tribe," he declared with an air of dominance, reaffirming his commitment to his people and destiny.
Qingcang took one last sorrowful look at Meilin, his heart heavy with the weight of his choices. Though torn, he knew that he had to walk away, leaving her behind in this realm. With each step, his stature grew taller, his determination unwavering. He approached the portal, its mysterious hum growing louder as if beckoning him toward his fate. The air crackled with electricity, swirling around him in a vortex of power.
It was a choice between fulfilling his role as the Moon Supreme or remaining Meilin's husband while she harbored feelings for another. And in that decisive moment, Qingcang had made his choice. Even if he had chosen to stay by her side, time was an enemy that would claim her life soon, regardless.
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