I Became the Sickly Master's White Moonlight

[Next up: I Became the Villain's White Moonlight Substitute. Blurb below.]

[Awkward, devoted puppy-like wolf gong x gentle, mature, sweet sickly beauty shou]

When Fang Jie was found in the heavy snow, he fell in love with someone.

That person was Heaven's favorite, who had protected all living beings for thirty thousand years by himself. Later, his black hair turned white as snow, and his sickly body was left in ruins. Everyone admired him and felt sorry for him, but no one could ever get close.

Only Fang Jie knew that this very person would risk his life to rush to the ruined tomb of his beloved when he heard it had been destroyed.

He squeezed his master's wrist until it reddened and pleaded with him to stop. "The dead are gone for good. It's not worth it."

Yu Zhiying looked at his disciple. The little wolf cub he had raised with such care had somehow grown into a dazzling young sword cultivator, his figure overlapping with a memory.

He suddenly asked, "Fang Jie, is there someone you love?"

Fang Jie fell silent, then nodded.

He asked again, "What kind of person are they?"

"He says he's stuck in the past. He doesn't want me, doesn't understand me, and doesn't love me."

"Then... what will you do?"

"I'll still hold on to him, protect him, and wait for him. Even if the seas become fields and the years turn over, even if I'm no longer who I was."

Yu Zhiying let the last glimmer of light fade from his eyes, then smiled again.

His white moonlight really had come back from the dead, and was still just as wonderful.

The only problem was that he'd forgotten him.

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Reading guide:

1. The gong is a snow wolf. He starts out as a fluffy little wolf cub and grows into a handsome big dog.

2. A cozy, bittersweet-sweet story.

3. Updates at midnight. If anything comes up, there'll be a leave notice. (Other times are for fixing typos; special cases will be announced.)

-- I Became the Villain's White Moonlight Substitute --

[Possessive younger demon lord gone mad x powerful sword cultivator shou, frail at first but takes off later and never gives up]

Yang Lizhu transmigrated into the villain's junior uncle.

He got the white moonlight's script: pick up the kid and raise him, only to cruelly destroy his spiritual roots, personally kick him out of the sect, and abandon him when he was in dire straits.

The villain hated him to the core and trained desperately to rise through the ranks, all so he could take revenge.

The story cut off just as the villain captured his junior uncle. But when Yang Lizhu opened his eyes, he saw the villain gripping his neck, gently rubbing his cheek with the tip of his nose.

"For everything you've done to me, how do you think I should repay you?"

"There's someone I love who looks a lot like you. But I can't bear to make him suffer, so how about you take his place?"

Yang Lizhu: "..."

Oh, no.

A substitute, a white moonlight, and a forced-love chamber. The whole package.

It would be better if the other person weren't him.

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Yu Ran had kept a shocking, outrageous secret for years. He had fallen in love with his own junior uncle, the genius sword cultivator who could freeze fourteen provinces with a single stroke.

But that man's eyes were always on his duty to the sect and all living beings under heaven.

As for Yu Ran, he was nothing but a discarded pawn.

Later, after putting all his effort into it, he finally captured the man. He had planned to kill him immediately and vent the hatred he'd carried in his heart for years.

But he hated him, and loved him even more.

So he no longer wanted his junior uncle dead. He decided to take revenge another way.

He said he had a white moonlight, made the man stand in for him, pinned him beneath himself, kept him trapped in bed, humiliated him in every way, and refused to let him go, dead or alive.

His junior uncle really couldn't take it anymore. He swore to tear him to pieces and never be on his side again.

Wonderful. His junior uncle's eyes were finally on him alone.

He'd better live a little longer.

Theme: Life needs a little patience. After the storm, a rainbow will appear.