Synopsis
Wuxia, sweet romance, aloof sharp-tongued senior brother x naive, innocent junior sister
New blurb:
Yan Tanqing is the troublemaker everyone in the sect knows about.
Ever since she was little, she’s either stolen someone’s melons or trampled on someone else’s flowers. Luckily, she has a good senior brother who manages everything, from the heavens to the earth to the very air she breathes. He keeps her firmly in line, and if he says one, she wouldn’t dare say two.
Then, at eighteen, she fell in love, and all her thoughts turned to her senior brother. Her passionate crush went unnoticed by everyone, while her quiet demeanor made them think she was sick. In short, she currently had no chance.
But her senior brother was as handsome as jade, and a young, successful sect leader in the martial world. His admirers could line up from the top of the mountain to the bottom.
Not daring to underestimate her rivals, Yan Tanqing hurriedly followed her senior brother down the mountain to travel the world, planning to take on her love rivals and fight for him. But at the foot of the mountain, she met a gentle, handsome young gentleman.
The young man, Jin Zhao, was as refined as jade. His picturesque eyes brimmed with tender affection, and he charmed Yan Tanqing into a daze.
Who knew the martial world was so dangerous, and that the truth of the world could be illusion or reality, while affection could be both true and false? She began to lose track of whether she liked the senior brother who had protected her as she grew up, or the courteous and proper young gentleman before her.
Yan Jincheng had been prepared since childhood to bear the weight of the world for the rest of his life. Cleaning up the messes his junior sister left behind had practically become a habit.
But this time, she hadn’t caused trouble or gotten into a mess. She’d simply fallen into a fox’s den.
Convinced she’d only been bewitched by some fox spirit from outside, he stayed right by her side, hoping she’d turn around and throw her arms around him, just like she had when she was little.
But his junior sister had grown up. He counted one day, two days, three days, and even longer, yet she never remembered to turn around and look at him.
At last he panicked and hurriedly tried to take her home, but she said to him, “Senior Brother, the person I want to marry is actually...”
His gaze darkened, and he cut her off before she could finish.
“A-Qing, I like you.”
The rest of his words trembled and died on his lips. For the first time, he found himself afraid to say them.
Marry me.
Content warnings:
1. Childhood sweethearts, both virgins, mutual pining, one-on-one romance, five-year age gap between the leads
2. Everyone in the main group has a pairing, including a very small amount of BL. Supporting characters’ romantic subplots are mostly in the extras.
3. The heroine has a love rival, and so does the hero.
4. Not a strong female lead; the junior sister is doted on by everyone.
5. I still don’t know how to write a blurb. I just hope it doesn’t put readers off m(._.)m
Old blurb:
Yan Tanqing had a genius senior brother who was unsmiling, but managed everything from the heavens to the earth to the very air she breathed.
From meals to clothes, and from learning to read to learning martial arts, he raised Yan Tanqing from childhood. He knew everything about her except one thing.
It was the secret Yan Tanqing had kept hidden from him longer than anything else.
Yan Jincheng had a mischievous, troublemaking junior sister who loved to eat and was lazy. Ever since he turned fifteen, his life had been devoted to trying to prop up a lump of mud, but after eight years of effort, he still couldn’t get it to stick to the wall.
Before he could even worry about how to educate his junior sister, he was caught in a bigger crisis of his own: she had fallen for someone at eighteen, and all he could do was pretend to be deaf and dumb, saying nothing and asking nothing.
It was a vow he could never put into words, and could only bury deep in his heart.
Theme: Mutual pining requires speaking up
