After Failing to Win Over the Untouchable Beauty

For her first transmigration, the System tasked Shi Yu with winning over Pei Xuejin, a Buddhist cultivator who seemed cool and upright but was actually cold-hearted and uncaring.

Pei Xuejin had endured a bleak, dark adolescence. As his personal maid, Shi Yu did everything she could to protect him as he grew up.

Just when Shi Yu was about to complete her mission and leave, she unexpectedly died right in front of Pei Xuejin.

Pei Xuejin watched her die with a cool, indifferent gaze, showing no reaction.

His coldness left Shi Yu feeling disappointed and uneasy.

Mission failed.

But the System didn't blame her. It simply told her to win over the next target.

Shi Yu woke up again in a pile of corpses at a refugee camp, a thousand li from the capital.

Someone was smashing her hand with a rock to get at a moldy piece of flatbread.

Shi Yu opened her eyes in pain and met a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes, dark as a furnace.

The refugee before her was the target of her new mission: Pei Niao, the lowborn illegitimate son the Pei family had cast out.

Pei Niao had a madwoman for a mother and grew up among refugees. The first half of his life had been bitter as medicine.

Then one day, while fighting for food in the camp, he met Shi Yu.

From that moment on, his life turned around completely.

Shi Yu did as she had before.

She gave Pei Niao all the kindness she had once shown Pei Xuejin.

Unlike adding flowers to brocade, offering help in a snowstorm was clearly more effective.

At the refugee camp, she and Pei Niao supported one another and depended on each other for survival. Before long, she had won his heart.

Just as she thought life would continue as usual, she saw Pei Xuejin again.

He had come from the capital, elegant and refined, dressed all in white jade, completely out of place in the refugee camp.

When their eyes met, Pei Xuejin's gaze fell on the hands clasped tightly between her and Pei Niao.

Shi Yu turned her head away.

Everything about Pei Xuejin had nothing to do with her anymore.

What he thought of her had nothing to do with her either.

Undressing the virtuous one vs. dressing the lowborn one

Theme: Don't give your sincerity to a dog.