[Double heroines/Full text archive/First person text/Probably a story of redemption and growth]
Senior sister is a genius, but it's a pity that she met me.
The sect deprived me of her cultivation resources to maintain my health, sent her to dangerous places to find medicine to cure my illness, and even tried to cut her golden elixir to prolong my life.
The senior sister couldn't bear it and ran away.
When they meet again in the Buddha's secret realm, the senior brother wants to take away the flower of rebirth that she picked after a narrow escape.
The senior sister couldn't bear it and blew herself up.
She was jealous that I was pampered, resented that I was pampered, and resented that I was being cared for. She said that all the hardships and ups and downs in her life were caused by me, and I would have to pay the price in the next life.
I covered the gurgling blood and said softly: "If there is an afterlife, I hope you can become me."
After rebirth, I really became my senior sister, and my senior sister became me.
Senior sister can't bear it.
There were bloodstains on his face, his forehead was on the ground, and he begged me for help word by word.
Purpose: Love and Bravery
