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Plain, boring, occasionally bright life.

I thought it was going to be like this until I was an adult.

However, the curse passed down from generation to generation in the family will not let us go.Life after life, reincarnation again and again.The bloodline was washed thinner day by day during the inheritance, but the resentment flowing in it became deeper and deeper.The prophecy of my father before his death was not a hateful curse, but a poor little blessing for a father. What he did was just trying to cover the fate we will suffer with a cold and ruthless future.

I still remember that day.

She was wearing a dark green robe, with a blue-gray belt loosely tied around her waist, revealing her shoulders and chest. The tea-white gown, the translucent neckline filled with moisture was attached to the skin, and the line of the collarbone could be seen faintly .After taking a bath, her cheeks had a pleasing blush, without the cold and hard light of those cumbersome accessories, her expression looked much softer.

"Can you comb my hair, brother?" she asked.

I nodded silently.

"Has he been here?"

"Ah."

"You look happy..." she said with a sigh.She has her back to me.At this moment, we couldn't see each other's expressions, so we could only try our best to guess each other's mood.Holding the carved comb with a faint sandalwood fragrance in my left hand, I gently combed the bundle of blue silk held by my right hand from the top of my head to the tip of my hair.I muttered vaguely.She caught off guard and grabbed my wrist. I was so cold that I was so cold that the comb fell to the ground, and the pendant on it cracked.I was stunned and let her hold my wrist tightly and look up at me.In the dimly lit room, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Look at me, brother. Why don't you look at me more?" She smiled wretchedly.

Then the body covered with moisture.

I accepted her cold embrace without expecting it.Like a tree drowning in water.

When she kissed me on the cheek I was finally terrified.The marks left by the tender lips are as sticky as slugs crawling across the skin. With a "Kara", I broke her wrist, which was like a dead wood carved from white jade.She withdrew her limp hand and restored the broken wrist bone under my watch, as if this was just an innocent game among children.

"You know it's forbidden."

"No one can stop us from being together." She lifted her hair: "As long as we are together."

"But...it's immoral."

She tied her long black hair with a plain white headband, and showed a contemptuous smile that did not match her dignified appearance: "It's really sanctimonious..." After she finished speaking, she turned her back and shook her braid. "Is it moral to like men?" she said lightly.

I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pressed it down.Her back sank into the peach wood square table that was split in two.

Burning pain in back.I let go and staggered back.

She looked up from the sawdust and dust, picked up the mirror and turned her back to me, tidied up her appearance, and then turned around slowly.

Her face was clean, her hair was tidy, and her makeup was perfect, but a hideous wound stretched from the tip of her beauty to the center of her eyebrows. The eversioned scratches revealed pink flesh, and a drop of bright red blood stayed between her eyebrows, like a star. The breathtaking cinnabar mole.

She looked at me pityingly.

I knelt and sat on the ground, with a white light glowing from my fingertips.Hold your breath and heal the wound on her face.Where her fingertips passed, her skin was as smooth as before, and there were no traces left, only a faint trace of blood.