A Heartrending Love Story
She was a bamboo spirit on a snowy mountain, who after a thousand years of cultivation, transformed into human form.
Descending the mountain, she encountered him, severely injured and on the brink of death.
A spirit and a human could not fall in love, yet that day, she used her spiritual power to heal a human. From that day on, he lived in her heart.
Later, she diligently cultivated, dreaming of the day she could become fully human, enter the city with him, and marry him.
Her wish came true. She entered the city, but by then, he had three thousand beauties in his harem. At the emperor’s birthday banquet, her dance captivated everyone and enchanted his eyes.
On their wedding day, a grand procession of red stretched for miles to welcome her.
One month after the marriage, perhaps he grew tired of her, perhaps he became bored of her beauty. He stayed out at night, leaving her alone in an empty room.
Finally, he learned the truth.
That day, he summoned her to the study. As soon as she entered, a sword pierced her chest.
Excruciating pain radiated from her heart, yet she remained expressionless, a faint smile playing on her lips.
He said, “You are a spirit, I am human. Humans and spirits cannot fall in love!”
She smiled slightly, nonchalantly pulling out the sword embedded in her heart, her voice gentle, “It doesn’t matter, as long as you are happy.”
As she fell, her smiling eyes looked into his amber ones, “From then on, the young man is a stranger.” Her voice was almost ghostly, filled with exhaustion and sorrow.
For a fleeting moment, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
She did not die, using her cultivation to sustain her life. “That day, at the foot of the snowy mountain, you were severely injured, and a young girl saved you. From that day on, that young girl’s heart harbored someone. But you are human, and the girl is a spirit, so they could not fall in love. Thus, the girl cultivated day and night, just to become human, enter the city with you, and marry you.” Her voice was as light as a breeze, as if telling a story. “Until one day, he learned the truth, summoned her to the study, and then stabbed her in the heart, killing her. That person was you, and that girl was me.”
As the story came to an end, her cultivation was exhausted. She smiled and closed her eyes.
“Lei Lei, is this story’s ending good?” he asked with a smile.
“No! That bamboo spirit is so foolish. How good can that man be?” Lei Lei frowned and pouted unhappily.
“Yes, she is foolish. That man, he really is not good at all.” He looked up, tears glistening in his eyes.
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