Why Is Junior Sister Like This?

Quirky, wonderfully oblivious junior sister × seemingly cold and aloof but actually gentle senior brother

One day, upon waking from a dream, Jiang Zhao finally remembered that she had transmigrated into a book.

Her mission was to observe Xie Xuan, the original novel's male lead's senior brother, who had chosen the path of the ruthless Dao.

One afternoon, Jiang Zhao took the opportunity to deliver some pastries to her elder brother at home, and caught a glimpse of Xie Xuan from afar.

The young man stood tall and straight, his face fair as fresh snow, his pupils as dark as ink. He was undeniably handsome, but he rarely smiled, which made him seem all the more indifferent.

Jiang Zhao hid her resentment and comforted herself: At least he's pleasing to look at. Having him to gaze upon for the rest of my life shouldn't be too hard to bear.

After entering the sect, Jiang Zhao held fast to her professional principles, using the life-saving favor as her excuse to call him "Senior Brother" at every turn.

Little by little, even this cold jade of a man warmed under her influence.

He no longer kept his face cold as he had at first, and now and then a trace of gentleness would appear.

As her senior brother, he never held back when it came to cultivation, swordsmanship, or anything else.

And at some point, the usual indifference faded from his eyes. His ink-black gaze lingered on her, his brows lowering slightly, making him all the more alluring.

Jiang Zhao pressed a hand to her pounding chest and silently warned herself: He's your senior brother. He's your senior brother!

Xie Xuan had always been aloof, walking alone through the world, with few attachments.

That day, as snow swirled through the air, an immortal bowed his head and asked whether Xie Xuan would become his disciple.

He agreed.

To Xie Xuan, the mortal world and everything else made little difference.

For the next year, he devoted himself to cultivation every day, never once slacking off.

One day, on his way back to the sect, he passed the foot of the mountain and came upon a young girl.

Dressed in a single layer, she stood amid the endless white snow, more striking even than the pristine drifts around her.

As he stared in a daze, a string of tears suddenly fell from her cheek, her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings.

At last, he bent down and lifted her into his arms.

He brought her into the sect, and she became his junior sister.

His junior sister was bright and clever, and many people liked her.

He was no exception.

At some point, her figure became impossible to banish from his thoughts, quietly entering his dreams.

Her apricot-shaped eyes were as limpid as water as she called him "Senior Brother."

He awoke from his deep dream, and from then on, he no longer dared to see her.

He had intended to shut himself away in cultivation and let the rest of his life pass, but his senior sister barged in and gave him a thorough scolding.

Through her words, Xie Xuan glimpsed a sliver of hope.

What if his junior sister felt the same way about him?

And if she didn't?

So what? He would simply try to win her over.

Fortunately, he had a handsome face, and his junior sister liked it very much.

He was delighted, too.

Theme: Greatness is born from the ordinary