Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

"Whoa, hey, why are you crying? Okay, forget I asked. Sorry." Li Mo awkwardly scratched his head, unsure how to comfort her. He did, however, know how to build a fire. The flames in the hearth grew brighter, warming the small cabin.

"Kiana…" she sniffled. "My name is Kiana… Kiana Kaslana."

"Kiana. That's a pretty name. I'm Li Mo. Mo like 'stranger'."

The cabin felt warmer. As they shared their stories, Li Mo learned that Kiana had been separated from her father—though it sounded more like abandonment. Kiana, in turn, discovered that Li Mo had lived here for a long time, though he had no memories from before his arrival.

"So… you lost your dad. That's why you wanted to leave, to find him." Li Mo paused, then added, "The blizzard passed yesterday. In a couple of days, it should be safe to travel. I'll take you out of here, help you find him."

Kiana bit her lip, trying to move her limbs, but she couldn't even wiggle a finger. In her condition, she'd be more of a hindrance than a help. She might even get him killed.

"I…" she started to say, but Li Mo cut her off.

"You need to get to a city, Kiana. There are no hospitals out here. We can't risk delaying treatment."

"Don't worry. I've lived here for years. I know this place like the back of my hand. We'll be fine."

"I promise. I'll get you out of here, Kiana." He smiled gently, offering her a fruit from the table. "Eat. You need your strength. Tomorrow will be better. Take care of yourself, so you can take care of all the other good things in the world."

Kiana stared at the fruit, tears welling up again. "Thank you… thank you…" The fruit was bitter, but she ate it all, determined not to be picky, not to waste his kindness.

True to his word, on the third day, Li Mo packed their meager belongings and set off across the endless snowfield, Kiana on his back.

His knees trembled with the strain. He trudged forward, like a wounded animal, his footsteps leaving deep impressions in the snow, quickly erased by the wind.

He carried her for two days. His footprints, stained crimson with blood, became a stark contrast against the pristine white. The biting wind tore at his skin, the icy air seeping into the wounds on his feet. His face was contorted in pain.

For a child barely ten years old, this was a suicide mission. No one would believe a child could carry another person across the frozen wasteland for two days. But Li Mo did it.

Kiana watched, helpless and heartbroken, the bloody trail behind them a testament to his suffering.

They reached the city, ragged and exhausted, with nowhere to go. They huddled together on a bench, Kiana leaning against Li Mo, Li Mo resting his head against hers, falling asleep in the cold night air like countless other homeless souls.

In the first year, Kiana remained paralyzed.

Li Mo worked menial jobs, barely scraping by. Most of his earnings went toward medicine and nutritious food for her, hoping it would aid her recovery.

He needed little for himself; his body healed quickly from injuries—a peculiar trait he'd always possessed.

Leaving the snowfields was impossible. Every attempt to venture beyond his cabin ended with him waking up back where he started.

Initially, he'd intended only to get Kiana to safety. Yet somehow, he'd managed to escape with her.

This made him even more determined to care for her. Without Kiana, he might have spent his entire life trapped in that lonely cabin.

To Li Mo, Kiana was not a burden. But to her, it felt different.

She carried an overwhelming debt of gratitude—one she believed she could never repay.

The second year, thanks to Li Mo's relentless work, their income increased. They could afford a cheap apartment.

By the third year, Kiana fully recovered, whether due to the medication or some other unknown factor.

She began working alongside Li Mo. Though they didn't earn much, they were happy.

They shared cheap snacks and watched the moon from their window.

Together, they did chores, strolled hand-in-hand along the river, counted ducks, and recounted the day's events.

Through their combined efforts, their lives steadily improved. Each day seemed better than the last.

Simple pleasures, a warm home, and the people they loved...

Kiana found herself content, almost reluctant to change anything.

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As their income grew, they bought a refrigerator and began enjoying cold cola together in the evenings.

Later, they purchased a TV and spent weekends watching whatever programs caught their fancy.

Eventually, they bought two phones—simple, half-smart devices with a few built-in games. They played those games competitively.

Every purchase, earned through their hard work, brought them a deep sense of satisfaction.

This was their home, built and furnished through their efforts.

Hearing Kiana's carefree laughter filled Li Mo with a quiet joy, a warmth that chased away the lingering chill of the snowfields.

The night sky sparkled with stars, a breathtaking backdrop to the warm glow of countless homes. Clear water reflected a person's face, but clear eyes revealed the pure, noble soul within.

In this materialistic, chaotic world, few people stopped for others. Sweet nothings and whispered promises filled the air, the city lights shimmering like shattered fragments of the night. A restless world, a time of constant change.

Sometimes, the simplest things brought the most joy. Li Mo and Kiana, with their cheap phones, were perhaps happier than those with the latest cutting-edge technology.

The fourth year, Kiana's aunt, Theresa, contacted her, apologizing for her past absence and inviting Kiana to live with her, promising to make up for lost time.

Li Mo said nothing. He had no right to prevent Kiana from seeking a better life. He would support her choices, as long as she was happy.

That night, he sat by the river until dawn, returning home just as the sky began to lighten. His shoes were neatly placed by the door. The apartment was empty.

"Ha… haha…" His laughter was hollow, choked with despair. Despite his attempts to prepare himself, the reality of her departure was a crushing blow. 

Three years of shared laughter, of simple joys, now precious memories. He'd thought he was strong enough, but he wasn't. 

He knelt on the floor, sobbing, more vulnerable than he'd ever been, even when trapped in the snowfields.

Then…

"Dumbass Mo! Why didn't you come home last night? You sat by the river all night! I was so worried!"

Kiana's familiar voice, full of playful exasperation, filled the air. She hugged him tightly from behind, her warm hands around his neck, her cheek pressed against his.

"Ki… Kiana? But I thought you…" he stammered, wiping his tears.

"I turned her down! That 'aunt' of mine, and that stupid dad too! They were nowhere to be found when I needed them. Now that we're finally doing okay, they suddenly show up!"

"I don't need their charity! And you! You big dummy! Dummy! Dummy! Dummy!"

She pinched his cheeks playfully, her anger quickly fading. Her voice softened, her ears drooping.

"I was right behind you. Why didn't you turn around?"

"Kiana…" Li Mo started to say, but she draped her jacket over his shoulders.

"You must be freezing… Sitting out there all night… You never take care of yourself. That's why I can't leave you. It's all your fault, dumbass Mo." Her blue eyes shimmered with tears. She'd been there all along, watching him stare at the dark water, watching his lonely vigil.

Kiana wasn't stupid. She'd done a lot of thinking that night. Going with Theresa would mean a better life, better opportunities. She could even use her family's resources to help Li Mo.

But did Li Mo care about those things?

Was material wealth what truly mattered to him?

She knew he'd lived alone in that cabin, rescued her, risked his life to carry her out of the snowfields, worked tirelessly to support them both, never asking for anything in return… He was too kind, helping a complete stranger without hesitation, without thought of reward.

They had shared everything, endured hardship together. She knew him. She hadn't hesitated to refuse Theresa's offer. She didn't want to leave him, didn't want to leave their life together. Even if it was hard, even if it was a struggle.

Valkyries? Schicksal? St. Freya? She didn't care.

She only cared about one person.

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In reality, the moonlight shifted, creeping across the floor to Li Mo's bed, gently caressing his sleeping form.

Tap… tap… Footsteps echoed in the room.

Small, pale feet padded softly towards the bed.

"Mo…" a faint voice whispered. A pale hand reached out to touch him.

But another hand, even paler, wrapped around her waist, a cold palm covering her mouth.

"Save me…"

Anomalous Kiana pulled the other Kiana back into the shadows. It seemed only one of them could touch him at a time.

Her crimson eyes followed the moonlight as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him. The moonlight filtering through the trees illuminated her flawless form, her skin as white as alabaster, a strange, ethereal beauty.

As Kiana watched, helpless, anomalous Kiana wrapped her hands around Li Mo's neck and kissed him, her lips cold and soft. A trickle of blood ran down her chin. She licked it away, a satisfied expression on her face. The taste of his blood seemed to trigger something within her.

She pulled him closer, pressing his face against her cold, unyielding body. Her kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more desperate.

Kiana stood frozen, unable to even cry out, forced to watch as anomalous Kiana devoured him.

Then, the bedroom door opened.

Pardofelis padded into the room, her mismatched eyes assessing the scene. Anomalous Kiana on top of Li Mo. Kiana standing by the side.

"Meow? Meow… MEOW!!!"

She lunged, sharp fangs bared, her eyes glowing red. She had identified her enemy.