Immortal Sword 4: Don't Stir Up Yearning

[Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are out of character in some way, including Xuan Xiao, Zi Ying, and Su Yao. Please don't take any of it personally. To start with, in my heart Xuan Xiao should be a man who is cold on the outside but warm within. He can love someone, and his feelings don't have to be restrained, right? If you think I've done an okay job, please leave a few words. I don't think my writing is complete trash, after all.] This is the tragic history of an ordinary heroine in another world. The duck was right there in her mouth, but instead of flying away, it was snatched up by someone she hated... This is a fake xianxia novel wearing a xianxia coat. It follows a woman who considers herself aloof and superior but is actually dark-hearted and cunning as she makes her way in a fictional world. All right, the heroine was powerful in her previous life, a certain Heavenly Venerable, but her reincarnation is a tragic one. The story begins at a cultivation sect, the Qionghua Sect, which anyone who has played Chinese Paladin will recognize. And then our heroine has a rather special identity. Hardly anyone in the sect even sees her as a woman. And then, at the start, the heroine's CP is undecided. Personally, I think Xiao Ziying and Xuan Xiao are both great... An original female lead~~ Feel free to roast it. The author is shameless and a bit unhinged, and loves flirting with pretty girls~~ Shorter names are probably better... [The picture is of my character dressed up in A Chinese Ghost Story. I think she looks a lot like the heroine, in something like the Qionghua school uniform~~] ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Plain-language blurb: Everyone has a passion for love, a feeling untouched by wind or moonlight. Fate played a cruel trick on her, making her live through a life of drunken dreams. She drew him in, then let him down, Too young to understand love, she flew her sword across a thousand mountains, and at last accepted his promise, Nineteen years frozen in Qionghua, her black hair in disarray, her love too deep to last, Who ensnared whom, who led whom astray... This entanglement was nothing more than peach blossoms in bloom, traded for a new face, She said: Perhaps I am Ling Xi, perhaps I am also Xuan Ling, but whoever I am, in the end, I was the one who wronged him... He said: Xuan Xiao belongs to Xuan Ling, and Ling Xi belongs to me, to Zi Ying. He said: We haven't seen each other in nineteen years. Ling'er, have you been well? Once, we traveled hand in hand across a thousand mountains and purple lanes. Once, our black hair entwined, and we became a pair of swords... Tonight, we smile as we admire the lights of a thousand homes. Tonight, snow falls as we pledge our love by the Lake of Rongyue... In the end, was it a bowl of clear soup after a drunken dream, or was it all just a dream of romance and moonlight...?