He Comes From Hell

Published title: Since We Met, My Lord

A psychological diagnosis of Rong Li: severe empathy disorder, mild alexithymia, and an almost zero-degree negative P-type personality, only one moral line away from criminals.

Some people have seen him with blood all over his hands; some have seen him smoking amid gunfire; others have seen him walking out of the flames coldly, stepping over broken limbs and corpses.

All of them say Rong Li is a devil.

But only Xu Tanxi has seen him stumbling because of night blindness, seen him throwing a temper tantrum when he wakes up, seen him kicking the table after a bad gaming match, seen him lying on her shoulder asking her to kiss him.

He said, “Yaoyao, if you like it, I can throw away the knife under my pillow and stay in Xiangyun Town delivering packages for the rest of my life.”

He said, “Yaoyao, don’t run. If you don’t keep me in line, I’ll go to hell.”

He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest. “What’s inside here is black; it’s already rotten through. Do you still want me?”

Xu Tanxi, being a proper young lady who didn’t know how to say sweet words, wrote him a letter and tucked it into a hand-embroidered pouch: “Since I have met a gentleman, how could I not be delighted?”

And so the Rong Sixth Master, whom no one could cure, accepted the girl’s embroidered pouch, and even let the young lady who had never touched tattoo equipment before tattoo words over his heart.

Warning: this is not a multiple-personality novel; it is a past-and-present-life story.