[Blurb from the male lead's perspective]
There was only one person Dan Wei Yao ever hated.
He hated her for walking past him with an umbrella in the year he was at his lowest, without even looking at him.
Years later, Lihuo City fell, and the once-arrogant eldest daughter of the Zhao family became a prisoner. Her spiritual power was gone, and she was left at the mercy of anyone who wanted to humiliate her.
She knelt before him, begging him to spare her fiancé.
He smiled, then sealed the man's throat with a single sword stroke before her eyes.
The day she died, his hair turned white overnight. Demons of the heart took hold of him, and he lost all chance of ever attaining the Great Dao.
The Mirror of Heavenly Secrets asked him: “Do you regret it?”
He said, “No.”
The Mirror of Heavenly Secrets asked again: “What if I gave you a chance to start over?”
He was silent for a long time. Whether it was love or hate, he knew he truly wanted her.
*
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to five hundred years earlier.
That was the year his mother died of illness at Lingtai, his spiritual meridians were stripped away, he lost his position as crown prince, and his fiancée married someone else.
He lay in a wretched heap outside the City Lord's mansion, covered in blood and grime, rainwater mixing with the mud.
She carried an umbrella to shelter from the rain and passed him without a word.
Just as she was about to step inside, he clutched the hem of her skirt, his knuckles white, and looked up at her.
The umbrella tilted up, revealing a familiar face, bare of makeup yet naturally beautiful.
A faint, sickly sadness still lingered between her brows.
That single glance rekindled the young man's love for her, five hundred years later.
A ruthless, sickly, venomous beauty × a gentle young man who's being possessed by a brooding male ghost
