The Beloved Princess: I Snagged a Master to Be My Husband

A mischievous little sprite vs. a cold, upright immortal The immortal’s walnut bead transformed into a charming young woman. She smiled sweetly, and every glance and gesture held a lively purity untouched by worldly concerns, as clear as the bright moon. Later, the radiant, captivating girl was covered in wounds, and the admiration in her limpid eyes had turned to indifference. “Qianqian...” The man called softly, his eyes filled with infatuation. “What do you mean by this, Immortal? There is nothing left between us. Please don’t let others get the wrong idea.” The woman turned her back to him, the corners of her eyes red. Her small face was set in a stubborn expression, and her fair hands were covered in wounds. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were clear and resolute. “Immortal, please go back.”