Souls
The Portrait That Locks Souls
I paint faces for the dead and open The Door for the living.
After the Prime Minister’s Daughter met a sudden, violent end, I painted the last thing she ever saw.
Three months later, that very face smiled at me from a crowded street.
Later, when the Grand Princess lay within her coffin, she reached out and gripped my brush. “Don’t paint me,” she whispered. “Paint yourself.”
On the Day My Core Was Extracted, the Sword Venerable Coughed Blood First
Before our wedding invitations could even be written, I was pinned down onto the Core-extraction Platform.
When the tip of Ning Changye’s sword pierced my chest, he suddenly coughed up blood before I did.
Only then did the entire sect see his Life Thread wrapped around my wrist.
But what they didn’t know was that if I failed to survive the next seven days, the Demon Abyss would tear open-and the person who truly deserved to die was still standing on the high platform, watching me with a smile.
