Yan Fuguang once had an older brother.
He was extraordinarily gifted and peerlessly beautiful, a once-in-a-millennium genius in the cultivation world. Though his meridians were incomplete and his health was frail, he still formed his golden core at fifteen.
Yan Fuguang, on the other hand, was slow-witted and unruly, a disgrace to the Yan family.
But her brother never looked down on her.
He still taught her swordsmanship hand over hand, accompanied her into secret realms, and stepped in front of her when the family punishment was about to fall.
Yan Fuguang had always known that he wasn’t her real brother.
But she thought that didn’t matter. She would still spend her whole life with him.
Until his long sword pierced her shoulder and he told her, word by word, “Yan Fuguang, I’ve never liked you.”
*
Later, Yan Fuguang met him again.
He had become the long-lost son of Sword Venerable Chongxuan, Senior Brother Ji, revered by everyone in Baoyuan Sect.
He still sat high above them all, untouched by the dust of the world.
He had even forgotten everything about their past.
So Yan Fuguang became his junior sect sister. She did everything she could to cling to him, clumsily and passionately telling him she loved him, and stayed by his side when he was unwell.
At last, she brought the aloof immortal venerable down from his altar.
He said, “A-Fu, should we stay together for the rest of our lives?”
Yan Fuguang said, “Sure.”
Then she plunged a sword through his golden core.
Blood stained his snow-white robes as he fell at her feet.
The eyes that had shone like stars the night before filled with anguished disbelief.
Yan Fuguang merely smiled. “I’ve never loved you.”
* Both are each other’s one and only.
* Sweet-talking, hard-hearted younger sister x gentle, frail older brother
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