As the sun rises and sets, and the moon waxes and wanes, life adheres to its own immutable laws. The Celestial Mechanism is fundamentally unconcerned that its disciple might capsize in such trivial tribulations; life, in its eyes, is far from fragile. The Breakers of Law, among the denizens of the supernatural realm, are the most arduous to vanquish, let alone a holy Breaker of Law.
When the sun once again cast its rays upon Jun Haotian's seaside villa the next day, after a night of recuperation, his formidable bloodline was visibly repairing the wound at a pace discernible to the naked eye. Fortunately, the assassination attempt merely adhered to conventional standards, evidently underestimating Jun Haotian's aberrant physique, soaked in mysterious herbs, and the sanctity of his bloodline, failing to pierce his heart.
The once deep-seated wound in his marrow now manifested as a scar of obscure crimson.
With a grunt, Jun Haotian reluctantly opened his eyes. "This hurts terribly, these scoundrels, despicable, utterly despicable. I shall not let you off!" Clutching his chest, Jun Haotian's sinister brows furrowed. "Luckily, I am blessed with fortune, spared from the clutches of death today. I am still young, yet to embark on a life of blissful cohabitation. How could I possibly perish? It seems heaven is just!" He chuckled madly, inadvertently causing himself pain from his wound.
Raising his hand, he gently caressed the small figure lying on his face. Though unaware of the events, seeing the weary eyes of the small figure unable to lift, an inexplicable pang gripped Jun Haotian's heart. It seemed this small figure had stirred the softest emotions beneath Jun Haotian's dissolute facade.
"Qiuqiu, you're still the best, only you won't leave me! Won't harm me." Jun Haotian's voice was hoarse. His once wicked eyes suddenly moistened, his lips trembling in disbelief. "Qiuqiu, she actually wants to kill me, she actually wants to kill me?"
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In the maple forest a decade ago, Jun Haotian remembered the girl, doll-like, trotting behind him, sweetly calling out, "Brother Haotian, Brother Haotian, wait for me!"
Plucking a bunch of fiery red maple leaves and placing them on the little girl's head, Jun Haotian smiled joyfully. "Xiao Xue, this is for you, do you like it?"
In her childish voice, she replied, "I like it!"
"Then will you marry me in the future?"
"Yes!"
Childhood playmates, memories of youth, that childhood sweetheart, those ties of innocence, all turned into cruel wounds. Since growing up, Jun Haotian had never seen Lan Muxue again. But the porcelain doll-like girl had transformed into a talented martial arts genius. And he, just a useless waste with no meridians.
The nightmares of childhood, the name of a wastrel, led Jun Haotian to abandon himself, aimless in Kyoto's days and nights, almost living a dissolute life, tarnishing his reputation in an attempt to use these childish means to stop the childhood jests. Perhaps the girl didn't take it seriously, but Jun Haotian took that "will you marry me in the future" as a lifelong promise.
But fate once again toyed with Jun Haotian. This political marriage still played out. For this, he fled Kyoto on the day of the engagement ceremony. All of this was not for anything else, just to prevent this political marriage from ruining a girl's happiness.
But forsaking his reputation, enduring the sadness, forcing a smile, the painstaking effort beneath his dissolute facade only brought about slaughter, and a freezing coldness of the heart.
Wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes, Jun Haotian's eerie eyes emitted a light never seen before. "Lan Muxue, I will not shed another tear for you in this life, absolutely not! I am determined to stand at the pinnacle of the world, to cease being weak and weeping in this life."
Lan Muxue, far away in Europe, was unaware that a small misunderstanding had caused her to pay an immensely heavy price emotionally. A weight too heavy for her to bear.