Xin Yao, a senior art student, had no inspiration for her dark-themed graduation project, so she got bound to a malicious simulator.
When she opened her eyes, she had entered another world.
Here, humans and demons coexist in a place full of slaughter and bloodshed, where conscience is as precious as gold.
Everywhere she looked was the dark aesthetic she needed for inspiration.
Xin Yao: Thanks...
She had become Xiaotao, a ten-year-old maid.
Her master was a young lord rejected by his wealthy family. Since childhood, he had been sent to this little village and left to fend for himself.
The young lord had a bad temper. He routinely berated the servants at his side and loathed the villagers even more.
But Xin Yao felt that the person he hated most was her.
She thought she had drawn the clichéd redemption plot: stay by the boy as he grew up, win him over, and dispel his hostility.
But not long after she had begun to learn her way around, Xin Yao lost her footing, fell into a pond, and drowned.
As she drew her last breath, she saw the boy's cold, indifferent gaze.
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Xin Yao never expected that she could come back again.
This time, she was a down-on-her-luck young lady betrothed to the Yin family. After her family fell on hard times, she had moved to the Yin household early to await her wedding day.
Oh, right. The young lord's full name was Yin Chongyu, and she was his future sister-in-law.
Yin Chongyu was brought back. He was eccentric and distant from his family, and nobody dared approach him.
Xin Yao didn't dare either. She had already died once, and Yin Chongyu was an exceptionally clever man. She was afraid he would recognize her.
Of course, what she feared came to pass. While waiting for the wedding, Xin Yao began to feel that his gaze on her was growing stranger and stranger.
He would even smile at her for no apparent reason, then suddenly call her by the name she had used as a maid: "Xiaotao."
Every time Xin Yao thought about it, she shivered.
His strange behavior toward her caught the attention of her fiance.
To make sure she could keep living, Xin Yao reassured him, "You mean Chongyu? I just feel sorry for him. He reminds me of my little brother back home."
She never imagined that Yin Chongyu would overhear her.
On the wedding day, he entered the house with a demon beast and, acting on an imperial order, arrested his own older brother.
He gripped her chin, his eyes full of amusement. But he had not expected the woman's face to grow paler in his arms as her life slipped away.
Why, then, did a trace of sorrow appear in his eyes this time?
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Just as Xin Yao expected, she was reborn again.
Looking at the malice meter, almost full, she knew this was probably her last chance to be reborn.
Yin Chongyu entered her dreams at all costs. There, he clutched her throat, his hand trembling ever so slightly. "If you're going to die anyway, you might as well die by my hand."
That lunatic. After all these years, he hadn't changed one bit.
This time, Xin Yao truly began to feel that something was wrong.
That clinging gaze, poisonous as a snake, followed her like a shadow. Every night, he came to her side, as though he meant to drag her into an unfathomable abyss.
P.S. He's a scumbag.
Synopsis screenshotted on 26.9.23
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