"Ati, you and I are twins, we should have been born together and died together. It's a pity you betrayed me, otherwise how pleasing it would have been to see two equally beautiful faces."
"Ah Ti, actually you are me and I am you, right? We look exactly alike."
She touched her cheek narcissistically.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the halo of light, and even with her quick reflexes, she was no match for the person. A sharp pain shot through her forehead, and the red mole fell into the person's palm.
“Not at all.” He flicked his finger, and crimson blood fell into the fire.
"You! Yu Zigui!" A look of surprise flashed across her face, and she narrowed her eyes fiercely.
"Yes, my surname is Yu, Yu of the Yu family of Jinyang. My given name is Zigui. My mother went into labor to see my 'seriously ill' older sister and I was born prematurely in Zigui County, Chuzhou. I was poisoned by a Gu in the womb and did not recover until I was four years old. When I was five, I was separated from my parents and lived in Cangyun Mountain. When I was seven, I lost both my parents because of my sick aunt."
Looking into her wide eyes, Yu Zigui approached with a smile. "Master Liu, or should I call you Aunt Xiang?"
"impossible……"
"Impossible? Is it because of my appearance, or because you didn't expect a seven-year-old child to be able to leap over a cliff? Oh, I forgot to mention, ever since I learned to control my inner strength at the age of six, no one has crossed the suspension bridge behind the house. It seems you are quite surprised. If I told you that I recognized you as not my mother when I was in the carriage, would you be even more surprised?"
"Impossible!" she shouted, completely disbelieving.
She and Ti are so alike, so alike in only one way—
Could it be!
She suddenly covered her forehead.
"It's precisely because of this Guanyin mole that you're afraid it will fall off even in your sleep."
No, if Ati has it, she has it too; if she has it, she has it.
Forgetting the burning heat, she plunged into the sea of fire.
A red mole…her red mole…the same red mole as Ati…
Where are you? Ati, where are you!
Surrounded by flames, she looked around blankly.
Although they are twins, Liu Ti is prettier than Liu Xiang.
It was probably because of the mole between her eyebrows, so vibrant red, that she was truly beautiful.
Liu Ti has a good personality; she's lively and outgoing, unlike Liu Xiang, who is gloomy and withdrawn.
It is a well-known fact within the sect that Liu Xiang is inferior to Liu Ti.
Even the cult leader seems to favor Liu Ti to some extent.
The little girl crouched in the corner, sobbing weakly and unwillingly, until—
What nonsense are you talking about! My sister and I are exactly alike, exactly alike!
Ati.
She stopped crying.
You won't dislike your older sister and abandon her, will you?
Of course not, Ati and her sister will never be separated for life!
She smiled as she looked into the depths of the firelight.
Ati, have you come to pick up your sister?
…………
Ten years ago, in this world, the striking similarities are not due to fate, but rather to her deliberate actions.
Father, Mother, actually, there's a demon living in A-Gui's heart too.
What an ugly ghost! So ugly you wouldn't recognize it, so ugly only a death sentence could appease it.
The walls behind her collapsed in sections. She closed her eyes and plunged into the water.
Book One, Chapter Thirteen
With a living source, she swam with the current, like a beautiful fish rising from the heart of the water.
Heavy raindrops pelted my eyes, like a thin veil obscuring my vision. Through the hazy clouds and rain, I could vaguely see a small boat drifting downstream on the Slender West Lake, undeterred by the deep rain or the raging wind.
Yu Zigui was somewhat stunned until a hand became clear in front of him, and then he looked in the direction where the water droplets slid down his fingertips.
Rainwater soaked through his robes on the half of his body that jutted out from the edge of the boat. His slightly damp black hair, beneath his crown, meandered down his neck, flowing like willow branches in spring, his handsome face as jade-like as a flower.
After a moment of stunned silence, she instinctively wanted to escape, and her body swayed backward.
Retreat an inch, move closer a fraction. Row a boat on the emerald waves, the shimmering spring waters churning and rolling.
No one asked a question, no one answered, and the hand remained.
Perhaps uncomfortable with the cold rain, or perhaps weary of the undulating waves, she hesitantly raised her hand. The moment her palm emerged from the water, it was grabbed. With a powerful and irresistible force, she was pulled out of the lake and carried into the cabin.
She felt a warm sensation under her eyes, whether from lake water or raindrops, and her long hair cascaded to the ground as she trembled slightly.
I thought I was all alone, I thought...