Deep Love Always Ends in Heartache

[Two male leads, no female lead, historical romance, everyone gets their comeuppance, everyone is unhinged, a battlefield of love, broken then reunited three times, happy ending]

[Cold, ruthless, scheming golden boy VS kind, ordinary, unfortunate little wildflower]

The story of a little white flower torn apart and devoured by a pack of wolves.

Old-school style, melodramatic angst. Don't read if it's not your thing.

Qi Yu thought he was useless. Aside from being a bleeding heart, he had nothing to offer.

He was nothing like Su Bai, whose brilliant mind could devise flawless plans and keep the whole world in his grasp.

Nor was he like Qi Ye, who could conquer the realm with a blade in hand and govern it with a brush.

He was even less like Meng She, who had severed his emotions, devoted himself to cultivation, and ultimately achieved mastery.

And he was nothing like Mo Feng, who was utterly sincere and resolute, willing to sacrifice himself and descend into the demonic path to protect his people.

All Qi Yu had was a sincere heart and a desire to treat others well. He had no other strengths.

But no one cared about that small bit of sincerity. No one appreciated it, and no one wanted it.

The sincerity Qi Yu gave to others

was never cherished.

No one ever chose him wholeheartedly, either.

He was abandoned again and again,

until he lost his life three times...

His life was like a coffee table piled high with all kinds of disasters.

What a miserable, unlucky life.

In the end, Qi Yu will pick up, piece by piece, the sincerity that was shattered and scorned, put it in a box, and bury it in a secluded valley. From then on, he will give it to no one.

But now the golden boys chase after him, ready to destroy the world, all just for the chance to see him turn around and look at them once more.

Sweet at first, then angsty. Final ending: happy.

(The author is forcing a happy ending on everyone. Read at your own discretion.)