[Ye Luoli + powerful heroine + adored by everyone + love interest undecided + romantic tension + cherished by all] Sheng Yiguang was once the most carefree princess of the Kingdom of Holy Light.
Her father would pick the first flower of spring for her. Her mother always kissed her forehead before bed. During her older brother’s swordsmanship lessons, she could never keep a firm grip on her wooden sword. Her father would tell her it was all right: a princess didn’t have to go to war.
That night, darkness swallowed everything.
As she was pushed into the magic circle, her father covered her eyes with his palm, shielding her from the collapsing palace behind her. The Kingdom of Holy Light was left without a single ray of light, and she was its only surviving heir.
The light in the Ye Luoli world was unfamiliar. She huddled in a corner, afraid to speak or fall asleep. Then someone took her hand. Someone listened as she haltingly spoke of her homeland. Someone quietly sat with her until dawn on the nights she woke in terror.
She learned to smile. She learned to summon starlight.
But late every night, she would go somewhere high and gaze toward the direction from which the darkness had come.
Her father had said she didn’t have to go to war.
But she was all that remained of her kingdom.
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