They say the aloof and heartless Third Master Jin picked up a sickly, sweet little darling, and his life became all about treating her, making her happy, and praying she'd live to a ripe old age.
After raising her for a while, Jin Huaiyuan realized something was off.
His porcelain doll, who'd be panting after climbing just two flights of stairs, could scale a dark tower by hand at night, wear the pinkest dresses while fighting the nastiest battles, take on an entire mercenary corps with ease, and infiltrate the war-torn underworld of Mingzhou alone...
Jin Huaiyuan looked down at the delicate, soft girl curled in his arms. She seemed so frail and helpless, so timid and easily frightened. Who would have guessed she was a rose with thorns?
Jin Huaiyuan: Shengsheng, if I hadn't saved you back then...
Yun Sheng: Don't make me take action.
Jin Huaiyuan didn't dare say another word. Only then did he realize the little yandere had come to him of her own accord. It seemed he was the prey.
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He couldn't see that love could triumph over everything. All he saw was the fragile peace that remained in this world.
But later, on his knees, he prayed: “Hear me, gods. My wife is still young; she has yet to see the storms of winter and the warmth of spring.”
She obsessively wanted to possess one person, yet restrained herself, filling page after page with the words, “Sir, my life is complete.”
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“Little darling” is a yandere, and a very yandere one at that.
The heroine seems delicate and weak, coughing every few steps, but in truth her possessiveness is off the charts.
