Chu Yinhe transmigrates into a novel adapted from a comic as a righteous genius. Here's her plan: build a professional team, create a hot-blooded action series, retire from the martial world once she's done, and return to the modern era.
On her first trip down the mountain, she picks up a few passersby along the way to explore the martial world, forming a five-person team: a genius assassin, a glamorous stay-at-home dad, a cool and aloof warrior, a sharp-tongued marksman, and a sweet-but-edgy mid-laner.
The plot is unfolding just as she planned.
Just as the team has finally learned to work together, disaster strikes:
They run into the Big Bad as soon as they leave the beginner's village. Some are injured, some are crippled, some go missing. The whole team is wiped out on the spot, and only one teammate escapes with her.
Three years later.
Yinhe rescues a badly wounded man in a small town. When she lifts the mask soaked through with blood, she sees his refined features, his expression still grave and ruthless.
Well, would you look at that. He's one of her teammates.
Teammate collection progress: +1. Yinhe's nose stings, and tears spill down her cheeks.
Xiao Weiyan looks up and sees her teary-eyed face. The hostility in his eyes fades.
She carries him to an inn. "Two rooms."
Xiao Weiyan leans weakly against her shoulder, but his voice is firm. "One."
There's nothing wrong with caring for a sick person, so she doesn't refuse.
After that, every night, an unwelcome guest appears in her room.
Mistaking him for an assassin, Yinhe grabs him and pins him to a reclining chair.
He doesn't resist. He even leans toward the tip of her blade. "For three years, you were inseparable from him. Have you ever shared a room with him like this?"
Yinhe doesn't deny it. "We're teammates. It's normal to look after each other."
"And what about you and me?" His long fingers pause at her lips, gently brushing them. "When I accidentally kissed you here last time, you felt something too, didn't you?"
Yinhe freezes. The scene from the mist formation suddenly flashes through her mind:
He leaned down to check her injuries, and his thin lips unexpectedly brushed the corner of hers.
Now the sensation of his fingertip rubbing her lips overlaps with the memory.
His smile fades, and a dark, vicious look surges in his eyes. "I spent three years looking for you. I didn't come back to rekindle our friendship."
Yinhe: Wait, isn't this supposed to be a hot-blooded ensemble story? How did it turn into a romance? Can someone tell me how my taciturn, mysterious teammate became such a lovestruck fool?
P.S. The heroine can really fight, and she's ferocious when she hits people. The hero's favorite thing is cleaning up messes.
Theme: Set out toward what you love
