Su Xiaomo and Xia Shuiyun should never have reached this point. If given some time, he would have found many ways to confess his identity and let her accept his new one.
But Jun Changxiao had come, and the situation instantly turned melodramatic.
I say, Gousheng.
It was fine if you stayed single through your own abilities, but why drag your disciples down into singledom with you!
"Xia Shuiyun!"
At that moment, Su Xiaomo raised the True Sun Sword and handed it to her, saying resolutely, "My heart is utterly sincere. If you don't believe me, you can cut it out and see!"
"..."
Jun Changxiao's eyes widened.
My disciple, you were taking this a little too far!
"Swish!"
Xia Shuiyun took the True Sun Sword and stabbed it toward his chest. The moment the sword tip touched his clothes, she stopped dead.
She hated herself for being unable to bring herself to do it!
"Pfft!"
Su Xiaomo took a step forward, and the sword tip pierced his chest, blood staining his clothes.
Xia Shuiyun's lovely face went pale, and she hurried to pull back her sword.
Su Xiaomo raised a hand and grasped the blade. "Once, a sincere love was placed before me, but I did not cherish it. Only after losing it did I regret it beyond all remedy. There is no greater pain in this mortal world. If Heaven could give me another chance, I would tell that girl that I love her."
"Drip, drip!"
The sharp blade sliced through his palm, and blood dripped down.
Su Xiaomo continued forward, letting the sword tip sink deeper into his body. With a pained expression, he said, "If I had to put a time limit on this love, I hope it would be... ten thousand years!"
His expression and