After Faking My Death, Both the White Moonlight and the Substitute Went Mad

Stand-in | Male-Male Romance | Fated Tragic Ending | Love Triangle Showdown

Synopsis 1:

I had been hopelessly in love with an immortal lord for a hundred years. The day I descended to the mortal realm, heartbroken and disillusioned, I picked up a boy with a doomed fate.

As the child grew, he looked more and more like the immortal lord. His beautiful eyes were misty as he said softly, "It's all right if you treat me as his stand-in, older sister. Just give me a chance."

From then on, I fed every last shred of conscience to the dogs. Compared with the unreachable frost and snow of the ninth heaven, this shadow who had been a mere consolation was far more capable of stirring my pity. I felt guilty toward him, so I doted on him and took his side at every turn.

Even when the immortal lord caught us in our secret affair, I felt no regret at all.

All living things suffer. My master must save the people of the four seas, but I only want to save this one boy.

It wasn't until I was on the verge of death that I realized how horribly wrong I had been.

The frail stand-in I had pitied so much was actually a scheming wolf in sheep's clothing, calculating every move and fighting tooth and nail until he forced the immortal lord out of the picture.

And the immortal lord I had thought cold and heartless had endured a thousand years of loneliness, crossing a sea of bones and the underworld just to gather the fragments of my soul scattered through reincarnation.

Once I met an exiled immortal in the Jade Capital; then I found the springtime of a young man in the mortal realm.

My shadow shattered, the moon sank, and my soul returned. I was drunk forever, never to wake as I searched for my life.

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Synopsis 2:

I am a river.

In the three thousandth year after I gained sentience, my allotted years finally ran out. And I still had no idea where my beloved was.

As I lay dying, I finally remembered who I was. I remembered the year the white-robed immortal's sleeves were as bright as snow. He let me rest on his lap, held my hand, and taught me to write my first character.

That same hand later gripped a sword and pointed it at my throat.

Poor him. He never knew...

On the day he severed his karmic ties and ascended, I endured the final lifetime of suffering in his place in the mortal realm.

And the boy I had protected, kneeling in a pool of blood and begging for death, was none other than him.

At the far end of the dark river in the distance, countless black, uncanny spirits drifted and raced. On both banks, red spider lilies bloomed with a beauty as tragic as blood.

I thought my life was just like those flowers: flower and leaf never meeting, destined to remain apart forever.

But illusory reflections of flowers and the moon, dreams and bubbles, none of it mattered when I saw the warmth in that person's smiling eyes.

As my consciousness faded, I saw him coming toward me in plain white robes, the hem slightly stained with mud. He gently gathered me into his arms. His smile was soft and faint, just like before.

"I'm back," he said.

But I knew...

My beloved would never come back again.

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1. Includes fated entanglements | A love full of hatred and passion | Reincarnation | Cultivation and power progression | Sect tournaments | Secret-realm treasures | A melodramatic love-triangle showdown | Face-slapping revenge | Faked death and rebirth...

2. Starts as a classic underdog power fantasy, then shifts into an old-school tragic romance later. Prepare for heartbreak. (The heroine doesn't suffer, there is no second female lead, and the sweet and angsty parts are balanced, so enjoy without worry~)

[The person who raised me has been raised by me in turn]

[The white moonlight and the stand-in turn out to be the same person]

[How did my aloof master turn into a gloomy ghost?]

(20,0000 words are already drafted, so I won't abandon it. Updating slowly while building up favorites~)

Theme: The world drifts along like flowing water; in the end, life is but a dream. An immortal severs his karmic ties to attain the Dao, while the things he casts aside fall into the mortal world, where they grow flesh and blood, faces and eyes. The story asks: Are those abandoned by the Dao truly lowly? Do those struggling through the mire really deserve to go unseen?