After Changing Targets, the Heiress Gets Her Own Crematorium

Yun Ji knew Xia Zhaiyue didn't like her. When she first transmigrated into a book, Xia Zhaiyue wasn't among the options for romance targets. But Yun Ji had been captivated by her beauty at first sight. Taken by that exquisite, pale, haughty, and icy face, she did everything she could to win Xia Zhaiyue over. Xia Zhaiyue was the Heavenly Lord's legitimate daughter, a young noblewoman raised in luxury and doted on by everyone. Exceptionally beautiful and delicate as a willow in the breeze, she was a coveted young lady who seemed far beyond anyone's reach. She was unpleasant to everyone and wanted nothing to do with marriage. If Yun Ji hadn't been able to treat her illness, and if the treatment hadn't required intimate physical contact, she would never have been forced to give herself to Yun Ji. Perhaps, in Xia Zhaiyue's eyes, she was nothing but a tool. Even after serving her day after day, Yun Ji had never once received a kind look. Three years passed like this. For three years, Yun Ji had exhausted herself working day and night, and at last she cured Xia Zhaiyue. She also finally understood one thing: a melon forced off the vine isn't sweet. So she asked for a divorce. On the very day they went to sever their worldly ties, the Demon Realm invaded. Yun Ji told Xia Zhaiyue to go back first, then went to face the enemy at the front. She never thought this would be their final goodbye. She died in the great battle. When she awoke again, she was back on the day she had transmigrated into the book. The System asked her to choose a romance target. She stared at the name Xia Zhaiyue in the corner for a long while, then resolutely chose another fan favorite. Why put herself through that again? She didn't want to bring misery upon herself. But she hadn't expected the story to change because of her choice. The battle that should have happened three years later came early. The Demon Realm invaded, and once more she found herself on the brink of death. As she lay dying, a slender figure stepped in front of her. The girl still looked haughty, chin held high and long hair whipping in the gale, but her voice trembled slightly. “I'll give you my life. Yun Ji, do you dare choose me one more time?” Theme: Cherish what's before you; the past is like smoke