My senior brother and I were both poisoned by a love potion. The senior sister I'd grown up with carried him into a hot spring.
She looked at me apologetically.
“Long Chen, your true form is a lowly little snake. You're not as delicate as Senior Brother.”
She said that if the love potion wasn't dispelled, Senior Brother would lose all his cultivation.
But after years of being in love with her, all I could do was watch her bathe and make merry with Senior Brother.
Through the mist curling over the hot spring, I clearly saw the smug look on Senior Brother's face.
She came out naked and tossed their clothes into my arms.
“Long Chen, the poison will take time to clear. You'll be delivering fresh clothes for Senior Brother and me this month.”
I suddenly felt tired of it all. Whenever Senior Brother had a problem, she'd run around taking care of him. Now she'd finally run straight into his arms.
I turned, tossed the filthy snakeskin in my hand onto the ground, and stepped over it.
But the love potion still had to be cured.
I put up a new notice on the sect's bulletin board.
“Who will marry me? I swear I'll never let you down...”
