Xu Shiran remembers the taste of death.
That day, the temple was filled with blood, and the master blocked a fatal blow for her. The young man who always called her "Sister Ran" with a smile could never open his eyes again. She fell in the ruins and looked at the white-clothed figure in the snow looking over through the smoke - and then her consciousness sank into darkness.
But she opened her eyes.
The seventeen-year-old dormitory, the temple intact as before, the master and Mu Yang still alive.
——She was reborn.
What's even more frightening is that she woke up.
The world is a well-written picture book. The temple is destined to be destroyed, she is destined to become a stepping stone, and the ending has already been written.
Unless——
She remembered. That person is not bound by the plot.
Xie Chenyao, the young master of Xiaoyao Sect, the light of righteousness and the future number one in the world of cultivation. The picture book didn't write who he would fall in love with, but she was the only one who woke up.
Then start with him.
But what Xu Shiran didn't expect was——
Xie Chenyao, who was cold and distant, as if everything in the world couldn't stand his eyes, looked at her with something more and more wrong.
"You're using me." One day, he pushed her against the wall, his voice low and hoarse, "But I don't care."
"But I have one condition - your life belongs to me."
Xu Shiran was stunned.
Light of Righteousness, why don't you play by the rules?
[The reborn and awakened female protagonist × the male protagonist who is not controlled by the plot]
[It seems that the female protagonist is conquering the male protagonist, but in fact, the male protagonist is making every step of the way]
[Warning for abuse + Guarantee of pleasure + Two-way travel]
Purpose: Use the holy light as the blade, use rebellion as the path, reshape yourself in desperate situations, and break free from the shackles of fate. Even if the golden elixir is broken and the road ahead is gloomy, we still refuse to succumb to the predetermined outcome; even if people's hearts are unpredictable and heaven is unfair, we must protect the moral integrity and loved ones in our hearts. The true light is never given by destiny, but is ignited by one's own hands in the darkness; the true right path is never defined by others, but uses the heart as a lamp, love as a shield, and lives as one's own master.