Avalondra

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death."

Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there."

Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about."

Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!"

But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. 

He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly.

"Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." 

He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace.

And it was all the fault of one person.

*****
Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. 

But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed.

One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it.

However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal.

It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake.
Was this a new form of torture?

Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married.

******
This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.

Standing Next To You

On the eighth year since 'her' death...

The man lit a cigar and blew smoke over a grave. His expression was haughty, his tone arrogant, but the muddled mess in his eyes was deeper compared to the previous year.

"You're rotting well, I suppose?" His voice was somewhat rough as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Aren't you getting bored of staying there? In all these past years, I've been your only visitor. You must be feeling quite lonely." The man smirked. "This ending suits you well."

A harsh wind blew, tousling his hair.

"Are you angry? You should be. After reaching the pinnacle, what have you become? You've ended up as bones, all alone...." The man gritted his teeth. He tossed his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with force.

As if putting out the fire was not enough, he started stomping on the ground.

"...You act so mighty and proud, but you're just as broken as me!"

The man's yell echoed through the desolate graveyard.

The tyrant has a secret crush on the target!