So You're the Dragon Aotian?

[A saint with a private agenda, the Heavenly Dao heroine × a male lead whose hidden intentions take time to understand · Slow-Burn Romance · Fated Love · Deep Feelings Kept Hidden]

The Host bound to this System is a man who gives me endless headaches.

When he was six, the blue-robed elder sister who saved him gave him a jade bangle. He’s been unable to part with it ever since, always turning it over in his hands whenever he has a spare moment.

When he was seventeen, he lost to a white-robed swordsman at the Seven Sects Sword Tournament.

The white-robed swordsman who defeated him had a pair of alluring peach-blossom eyes. Not only did he refrain from mocking him, he forged a sword for him with his own hands.

From then on, my Host started looking at that swordsman differently.

Was it admiration? Longing? Or… love at first sight?

It wasn’t until they entered an ancient secret realm that he learned the white-robed swordsman was actually a woman, and that they shared a deep connection.

Just as he wanted to take things further, she cruelly sealed away his memories of their feelings.

At that moment, the Host’s eyes reddened. He stared at her, his voice trembling, his desperate plea tinged with despair: “I’ll hate you.”

She only lowered her eyes and softly replied, “Then hate me. The more, the better.”

His memories had been forcibly sealed, so why couldn’t he stop wanting to be near her?

Even though he remembered nothing, even though someone was deliberately targeting him.

Was this the bond of fate, or was he simply… beyond saving?