Douluo Dalu: I Picked Up a Pitiful Little Darling

[Part Two is now underway. See the author's homepage.] Huo Yuhao always felt that his meeting with Ao Lingyi was fate. That night, he escaped from the Duke's Mansion, tumbled down a hillside in the pouring rain, and lay there gravely injured, barely clinging to life. She just happened to go into the mountains to pick mushrooms that day, just happened to take a path she rarely used, and just happened to find him by the bushes. If she had left fifteen minutes earlier or later, they would have missed each other. If she hadn't taken that path, they would have missed each other. If she hadn't crouched down to see what that muddy little thing was, they would have missed each other. But all those coincidences came together. She took him home. “Big Sister, do you believe in fate?” “What do you mean by fate?” “I think we were destined to meet.” Ao Lingyi thought for a moment, then smiled. “Then I'm pretty lucky. Fate led me to find such a wonderful little brother.”