I know the wait for Jin Mi and Phoenix to finally meet has been excruciatingly long - but sometimes I think that gestation period is so very important, because sometimes we forget what an impossible position Jin Mi is in. She longs for a man she killed - she longs for a man she thought deserved death for killing her father. If she was a noble idiot (which she is not, perhaps just an idiot?), she would have locked herself far away and tried to repent herself out of existence - but no, she goes back to the Demon Realms again, ignoring that he just tried to kill her by burning her with samadhi flames.
You can see why all the sane rational gods around them (if they existed and knew) would be like - Run, girl, Run. And, Jin Mi, does run - just not in the direction you might expect.
Chapter 22: Love and Hate Changes in an Instant (Part 2 of 4)
The candlelight in the room emanated a low glow and flickered over his face, leaving it half in light and half in darkness. Because he was drunk, his lips were moist, and there was a layer of weariness in his brows. The place between his brows in which I had bit him - there was no longer any trace of that.
I lowered my head and seriously examined him, hate him? Love him?
If I didn't hate him, why would I personally kill him? But, why was I in such pain after I killed him - an unbearable agony that was worse than death? Was this because of a voodoo spell? But, if I loved him like what the others say, why would I kill him? We accompanied each other day and night for a hundred years but I never sensed any other feelings, in the hundreds of years after when he spoke deep words of longing to me my heart also did not move, he kissed me, he kissed me many times, that time when he was really drunk, we even mutually cultivated... but, I have never placed him inside my heart.
How could I have fallen in love with him immediately after his death? What's more he is engaged to Sui He already...
He suddenly opened his eyes, those dark pupils stared at me. Not a glimmer of the light in the room was reflected within his gaze. I was so shocked by his sudden movement that I couldn't move. But, he only looked at me and thereafter closed his eyes. Suddenly, I recalled that he acted like this too when he was drunk in the mortal realms, he was only unconsciously blinking and wasn't really awake.
His lips moved and lightly opened, as if he was saying something. I became curious and leaned my ear closer to hear his words. After a moment and after carefully observing the shape of his mouth, I thought he was trying to make out two words... "Water... Drink..." He must be thirsty after drinking so much alcohol.
Before I realised what I did, I had already transformed a cup of tea in my hands. In one hand, I held on to the back of his neck, in the other I brought the cup of tea towards his lips and lightly leaned it towards him.
But who knew that his thin lips would tightened and the tea dripped down his lips. I repeated the process a few times but nothing could go in. I became rather anxious and finally placed the tea into my mouth, leaned towards his lips and transferred the water, drop by drop......