I Regret Pushing My Junior Sister to Others

Wuye is a mortal with no spiritual roots, but her mother is the head of the first sect in the world of cultivation. Her senior brother Jiang Huai is a rare genius with dual cultivation in Qingxu. Her mother deliberately brought her and her senior brother together and said, "I think your senior brother is a trustworthy person. Would you like him to be your Taoist companion?" "Don't do it." Jiang Huai happened to be walking to the corridor. Hearing this, he froze and heard his junior sister say: "What's the benefit of being his Taoist companion? Senior brother doesn't understand the style and it's not interesting at all. Whoever wants to do it can do it." He should be indifferent. Well, since he can't. Then let someone else do it. As long as it's for junior sister's good. He can accept it. So he secretly selected a good match for Wu Ye, and personally brought his junior sister together with the good match to achieve positive results. It's just that Jiang Huai always feels that something is wrong. My heart is astringent, with an indescribable feeling. It is always difficult to have both sides of everything in the world. Once he has chosen one, he must give up the other. He thought, this is fine. He has no plans left and everything is under control. Sometimes he felt regretful, but when he saw his junior sister's bright smile and close relationship, he felt that he was right. Later, when he heard the news of her death, he couldn't believe it and forced a break. But he saw her lying in the arms of another person, her soul dissipating like broken snow. Only then did he realize how wrong he was. The setting is: the male protagonist Wu Qingdao successfully graduates! ——————— [Remember, money, freedom, and love for you will eventually be obtained through self-growth, and I hope you will continue to prosper along the way. ——This document is only for all the readers who have been silently encouraging me. Thank you for your support. Concept: When the day is gone, youth will come naturally. The moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies.