[One]
Su Wanshuang x Ye Yinshuang | Angsty romance | Happy ending
It was the third year since she had been banished to the mortal realm. Destitute, she performed on the streets for money.
A girl in red tossed her a silver ingot and, smiling brightly, invited her to eat noodles. "Sister Su, I'm your believer."
Su Wanshuang didn't know that the girl who called herself a believer had waited five hundred years for her.
Five hundred years: crawling out of the ruins by Mirror Lake, surviving the slaughter of ten thousand ghosts atop the Golden Furnace, stumbling all the way from the depths of the Nether Abyss to stand before her.
She said, "Sister Su, I've remembered the osmanthus candy you gave me when you saved me all those years ago for five hundred years."
She said, "Sister Su, I don't care about being alive. What I care about is you being alive."
The Emperor Cangwu laid an enormous plot, intending to ensure they would never find happiness for all eternity.
But Ye Yinshuang refused to believe it. If five hundred years of devotion could not earn her a single answer, then she would wait another five hundred years.
Until the osmanthus tree by Mirror Lake withered and bloomed again, until their hair turned white, until the end of reincarnation...
"Sister Su, was there ever a moment when you liked me?"
"Yes. More than one."
[Two]
I was once the most dazzling divine official in the heavens. I slew demons at Mirror Lake and ascended to immortality in broad daylight.
After being banished twice, I lost all my magic and fell to performing on the streets, unable even to beg a bowl of leftover gruel.
Then a girl in red handed me a bowl of noodles and smiled. "Sister Su, I'm your believer."
But she didn't know that I recognized her at a glance: the red cord around her wrist was wrapped around the resentment of the horned dragon from Mirror Lake five hundred years ago.
Her aura was uncanny, unlike that of the living, yet she shielded me from the ghost enforcers, ventured into the ghost market, and traveled far to the northern desert.
She said she had crawled out of the ruins and fought ten thousand ghosts atop the Golden Furnace for ten years, all so she could live long enough to see me again.
She said she had painted my portrait for five hundred years, from my ascension to my banishment, and hadn't dared burn a single one.
Only later did I understand that ascension and fate meant nothing compared to the five hundred years she spent waiting for me.
The Emperor Cangwu laid a trap, the shaman clan was unjustly exterminated, and the Lord of Chaos in the depths of Guixu was about to awaken...
And her true identity was even more earth-shattering than I had imagined.
I once asked Heaven why it had trapped me in the mortal world, until I met her.
It turned out I had fallen into the mortal realm so you could catch me.
May we meet year after year, and may the moon be full every year.
Reader's guide:
1. One-on-one, both leads are each other's only partners, happy ending.
2. A cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside ice-cold divine official x a devoted little wolf who has spent five hundred years in love.
3. Slow-burning, deeply devoted romance that crosses life, death, and reincarnation. After the angst, there will definitely be sweetness.
Theme: May we meet year after year, and may the moon be full every year.
I took a rough look and found that the background is indeed different from that of Tianguan, but the overlap rate with Tianguan is quite high for the rest of it. Qinglang Ghost King, Tianguan is Blood Rain Tanhua, you wrote Blood Rain Frost Flower, Tianguan's boss is called Jun Wu, you wrote Cang Wu, I won't say much about the rest, it's best to change it, the overlap rate is really too high
Damn it, author, don't do it to yourself. You are copying the blessing from Tianguan. Don't do it. Damn it, if you are discovered by Tianguan's readers, you will be scolded to death.