(BL, he/him + double rebirth + amnesia + fake substitute + white moonlight)
My fiancé died an unnatural death. So did I.
My fiancé and I had known each other for a thousand years and been engaged for a thousand years. He was a womanizer who loved attracting admirers. Over the past millennium, I had dealt with no shortage of female immortals, demons, ghosts, and humans, as well as all kinds of spiritual treasures that had cultivated female forms, all of them entangled with him. So throughout the Three Realms and beyond, people said I was domineering, keeping him for myself while refusing to commit.
I never paid them any mind. I was perfectly happy with things as they were. Some people did feel sorry for me, especially my devotees.
Wait, don't fight. I love him.
After I learned the truth, I was so embarrassed I had to wear a disguise whenever I went out.
In truth, my fiancé was a thoroughly rotten scoundrel. He had grown tired of it all, and that was when I had to step in. Of course, the merit he gave me kept increasing each time, so really, it was all his fault for giving me too much. No immortal could refuse, and I was no exception.
I suspected he was a peach tree spirit, not an old ginseng spirit. The last peach blossom he attracted killed him. If he really was a peach tree, then after more than two thousand years, his blossoms should have filled every branch and earned him complete merit.
At the very least, he should have had a beautiful end. How could he have been left covered in blood, without even a whole corpse?
Three hundred years passed after his death, and no one sent me any merit. Then I died.
