A lecherous, shameless junior sister x a proper, serious senior brother
A heartless woman who likes men physically but takes no responsibility x a man desperate to marry, who hates you for seducing and abandoning him
A pure-hearted man betrayed for a lifetime
In her previous life, she was wicked beyond measure, stealing good men, taking other people’s husbands, and wreaking havoc on the cultivation world for a hundred years.
After she died, she became a sword?
In other words, a sword-person.
And the sword belonged to the very man she had tricked into bed, then seduced and abandoned?
She cried out to the heavens: “Oh, vast heavens! Why are you so cruel to me?”
He was the number-one pretty boy. Just as he had set foot on the path of cultivation, a silver-tongued trickster took his innocence.
Torn with indecision, he finally chose to accept it, all the while hoping she would belong to him alone for the rest of her life.
How could she simply walk away, lifting her skirts and pretending she didn’t know him?
Oh, oh, oh, so you only wanted to take advantage of me.
Serious blurb 1
After eight thousand years, all Lin Puyu felt for Xie Cuxing was hatred.
He hated her until he vomited, hated her enough to dig out every patch of skin she had ever touched.
A sword shot through the clouds, carrying her scent and warmth.
He loathed her, yet he missed her.
For one fleeting moment, he wanted to ask:
Did you have a reason for what you did back then?
But she only laughed and said it didn’t matter. She had no reason.
From that moment on, hatred sank into his bones.
You deceived me, lied to me, tormented me, and killed me. Do you regret any of it?
Lin Puyu thought that joining the sect and becoming Xie Cuxing’s senior brother was a happy thing.
At least it was, in an age when demons ran rampant, spiritual energy was depleted, and Xie Cuxing alone had the power to save the world.
He never expected to become the sacrifice in that world-creating ritual.
Trapped in endless torment, his bones scraped clean and his flesh cut away, living was worse than dying, and dying worse than living.
Looking up, he saw his junior sister still standing high above him, her gaze strange and distant. Only when she looked at his face and body did a trace of tenderness appear in her eyes.
He should have hated her, yet he asked in a pathetic voice, “Junior Sister, did you ever love me?”
“Were you deceiving me?”
The male lead is sexually inexperienced, and the female lead is a virgin, though her reputation is sullied.
He is pure in reputation, body, and heart, and she is the only one he has ever loved!
Trying my hand at a dark, angst-filled story.
This is my first time writing from two perspectives. I originally planned to use only the female lead’s, but I found the male lead’s perspective delicious too, so I’m using both.
Theme: You don’t understand. She was willing to dump me because she has me in her heart
