That Senior Sister, Give Me a Hug

A feel-good sweet romance: black-bellied senior sister vs. aloof junior brother

Romance:

Ling Chihua returns to the sect under an assumed name. To restore her spiritual meridians, she does everything she can to coax her junior brother, who entered the sect with her.

Her junior brother used to practice a rough-and-ready style of swordsmanship. No problem, she’ll teach him.

His parents disappeared when he was young, leaving him all alone. No problem, she’ll find them.

His enemy is powerful and guilty of countless crimes. That enemy’s surname is Ling, and her given name is Chihua.

She pretends not to know.

In the deep night, beneath layers of gauzy curtains, Ling Chihua covers the mouth of the person beneath her. “Shh, be a good boy, Junior Brother. Your senior sister will avenge you.”

Later, with her spiritual meridians fully restored, it is time to end these improper feelings. She sends her junior brother back to his clan. The next time she hears his name, it is in the news that he is about to marry.

At the engagement banquet, Ling Chihua joins everyone in smiling and wishing him a happy life and success in all things.

When it is time to leave, one person is missing. Elder Ling of the Wuwang Prison has vanished. No one pays it any mind. After all, she is powerful, and no one dares act out in front of her.

But in a lavishly decorated room, silver chains rattle. Ling Chihua’s tears fall into someone else’s palm. “Shh, Senior Sister, don’t cry. If you do, who will I have avenge me?”

Holding the congratulatory gift Ling Chihua gave him, Pei Libai finally believes someone can truly be this heartless.

She loves him, protects him, then throws him away like he is nothing.

He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, they hold nothing but coldness.

So what?

What she refused to give him, he’ll take back with his own hands. That will be his happy ending.

Plot:

Ling Chihua enjoyed eighteen years of glory, then one careless mistake brought her crashing down.

The once-brilliant prodigy becomes a cripple, unable to lift a hand or bear a burden.

As she lies dying, memories of her short life flash before her eyes.

She began cultivating at seven, formed her core at thirteen, and was peerless among her generation at seventeen.

Yet she is destined to die young, alone, and forgotten in an unknown place.

Halfway through her sigh, she opens her eyes again. The road to the underworld she expected is nowhere to be seen. Instead, an endless sea of flames stretches before her.

A netherworld phoenix circles overhead, and a black-and-white Eight Trigrams formation lies beneath her feet.

At its center is a throne. The person seated on it has their eyes closed and a pale face.

Ling Chihua’s pupils contract sharply.

That face is exactly like her own.

The netherworld phoenix lands on her shoulder, its hoarse voice strangely jubilant:

“Welcome back, Master! You have awakened once more!”

HE, a faithful pairing, and a light tone for both romance and plot. The manuscript is complete, so it won’t be abandoned.

Theme: My fate is mine to control, not Heaven’s.