“ transmission novels are always based on bloodline inheritance, and killing that white moonlight is a must. ”
Always remember the night we met at the abandoned tea stall in the mountains. I was 18, she was 23. Our eyes met across the tiled walls, and from then on, our lives became a tangled web of secrets and desire.
She claimed to be my twin sister, but there was no way I could believe it. Her stories were as endless as the stars in the sky—legends of forbidden love, blood oaths, and hidden curses. And yet, for reasons that only a heart could understand, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was… special.
But how could I resist her charm? Her eyes were like warm summer nights, her smile as radiant as dawn breaking over mountains. And when our eyes met one night under the moonlight, that heat between us seemed to ignite a fire in her heart.
I tried to distance myself from her, but she was too strong. She found out sooner than I did about the truth of my bloodline—a line that had been kept hidden for centuries, whispered only between forbidden marriages and sacrifices.
Sadly, it turned out we were destined to be each other’saved a—the price of keeping the family secret alive. And as I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at her sleeping face on my chest, I knew that this was the price we both had to pay for love and duty.
But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that killing that white moonlight might not be as bad as I thought. Maybe she deserved better—maybe there was a way to break free from this cursed cycle without sacrificing myself completely.
We’ll see, I thought silently one night, staring at the stars above. For whatever reason, something inside me couldn’t let go of this idea. And as the years passed by, I began to realize that maybe killing her wasn’t the end—I just had to face what I was willing to lose.
But time was running out, and I felt a strange pressure building inside me. The lines between us were becoming so thin, so fragile, that even a small nudge could knock them all apart. And as I stood there, alone on the mountain top, I knew that this was the price of love—a price I was willing to pay.
So if anyone is reading this…be careful out there.
TAGS:
– 爱情故事
– 带血的婚姻
– 隐秘家族
