"Petty demons shouldn't try doing such foolish things, King Shan."

King Shan swiftly turns around to find no one behind him. Yibo appeared out of nowhere in the warehouse's center. Yibo drew his sword and raised it in the direction of King Shan.

"You foul demon." Yibo dashes at the demon king, giving him little time to react. "I'm gonna kill you with my own hands!"

...
Another big smash is heard as FanXing rushes to find an exit, followed by someone yelling, "What is the meaning of this!?"

FanXing, who is now much more terrified, runs around the area, looking for a way out. FanXing was so engrossed in his thoughts that when he awoke, he saw something horrifying. It was the location of the ceremonial summoning, as well as demons, Yibo, and King Shan.

FanXing is on the verge of passing out when...

"Father, we have to flee!"

Before teleporting away, the king's fist tightens.

"Oh? You want to run?" Yibo pursues and captures one of the demon guards, then flies into the fair, suffocating it. "You and your kingdom will perish with you," he says, looking at the demon prince with hatred.

"Prince Guo Cheng."

When FanXing heard this, he froze. That's when he learned the man with the horns and sharp claws was his husband.

"Good luck with that." Guo Cheng snarls at Yibo before vanishing with the rest of the demons. FanXing had already fled by this point, but in the midst of it all, this passes out once again.

In a panic, Fanxing opens his eyes to find himself outside his residence, clutching his keys. FanXing scrambles to get up and swiftly opens the door before sliding inside, his breath unsteady. FanXing barely makes it to the kitchen before closing the door. He begins to shake and cry in sheer disbelief.

(Trigger warning suicide attempt!)

FanXing was in a state of shock and panic. He was sure he wasn't hallucinating. He just knew it. Everything seemed surreal, but Fanxing knew it wasn't. That indeed was Guo Cheng. He examines his stomach. It was already rather large. FanXing dashes upstairs and storms into the bathroom in his bedroom; he frantically looks around finds it.

Pills.

FanXing felt as if he wanted to die right then and there. He couldn't handle the truth. His husband was a monster, to put it mildly. FanXing swallows several pills from the jar and digests them without hesitation.

The consequences came in after a minute or two of him wailing on the ground. FanXing moaned in agony and held onto his stomach. Finally, he throws up. FanXing hurries to the toilet and vomits everything before collapsing onto the ground, still in excruciating pain.

He felt something coming up his throat, and as he got up, he puked out blood instead this time. He gives a feeble smile before collapsing, exhausted on the ground before his vision becomes hazy. He pulls a pair of scissors from the drawer and stabs himself in the chest with the last of his might. FanXing finally collapses to the ground, blood everywhere, with a loud, harsh scream echoing throughout the home.

Before eventually giving in, he sheds one last tear

My son, FanXing. What exactly did you do?

Xiao Zhan was powerless. He knew FanXing had done something dreadful to himself when his heart ached with pain, but Xiao Zhan was too weak at the time. Xiao Zhan had devoted the majority of his energy to assisting FanXing. He couldn't even lift a finger to help.

Xiao Zhan was there in the consciousness of the Xiao Zhan we know today. It wasn't a fantasy world, though; it was dark and gloomy. Xiao Zhan has been alone for thousands of years. He was seeing his entire mortal self perish over and over. Worst of all, Xiao Zhan had to watch his beloved die while he was helpless.

He witnessed himself fall in love with Yibo to end up losing him.

Nonetheless, Xiao Zhan could feel Yibo's heart beating in his chest. It may sound strange, but it was his hope. It enabled him to continue cultivating in the hopes of one day escaping. He had the impression that this was also what Yibo desired.

He couldn't go because he had spent so much energy helping FanXing. But it's not like he left. It was another version of himself who left because, like Yibo, he couldn't physically leave.

Xiao Zhan began to cry for the first time in a long time. He could feel his son's heartbeat fading slowly, and it sickened him.

"We must now be more cautious, Father. That mortal must not be lost. He is our only hope."

"Do you think I'm not aware of that?" King Shan, angry, says. "Did that solar boy, my lord, get away?" One of the beauties seated next to King Shan inquired. "No. It wasn't the case. That sun knight, Yibo, who was wedded to the moon boy, took on this form. That damn Yibo can't leave, but he can create a clone of himself that'll be able to withhold half of Yibo's powers."

"Father, I must retire back to the mortal world now. My husband is waiting for me."

Before returning his attention to the lovely girl, King Shan waves his hand toward Guo Cheng.

Guo Cheng teleports into his car and begins driving back to his house. Before going inside, he parks his car in the driveway.

He smells blood as soon as he walks in. FanXing! He dashes upstairs and into their shared bedroom, where he discovers the bloodied bathroom. FanXing was on the ground, holding a pair of scissors with pills scattered around the floor. Guo Cheng's heart sank when he saw his husband on the floor unconscious.

"FanXing!" Guo Cheng rushes to FanXing, concerned. "What did you do, FanXing?" He asks, frightened. He closes his eyes and detects FanXing's heartbeat with magic.

Thump, thump, thump

It was nothing short of a miracle. FanXing's heart had slowed to a halt. It was frail and sluggish. "You can't die on me, FanXing. Not right now." As tears well up in his eyes, he says.

I've spent my entire life as the demon prince. Uninterested in the mortal world and affairs revolving around the demon kingdom, my father was, after all, the king. He was harsh and deceitful rather than a great ruler like previous kings. He was a power addict who couldn't get enough of it. Taking over the throne of the kingdom wasn't enough for him. He yearned for more power. For him, nothing was ever good enough.

But everything changed when I met him.

Zheng FanXing

A mortal with the most beautiful soul ever, his laugh is everything to me: his adorable smile and gorgeous face.

We have so much in common, yet we are so different.

To be continued