I was his stand-in for three years, mimicking every smile and frown of the woman he loved. When he needed me, he pulled me into his arms; when he came to his senses, he turned as cold as ice. I accepted it all.
Until the day I stumbled upon a thousand-year-old secret in my sect's forbidden grounds: I was merely a medicinal catalyst prepared for him, and he was nothing more than a sacrifice the sect was offering to the Immortal Realm.
When the righteous sect's blade fell, he shattered my chains with his sword and fled the mountain with me.
"You're not her," he said, his blood dripping onto my face. "You're just you. You're the only light in my life."
But I didn't yet know that a demon god poised to destroy the world already dwelled within him.
