[Tang Xiaoyi] Ride a White Horse

#SheDoesNotBelongToThisWorld

"The Scent of Gardenias in the Cool Breeze / The Dragon and the Fated Song" [Abandoned / Being Rewritten]

"A Grain of Stardust" [Locked]

"East Wind"

"Butterfly Kiss" [Complete]

"Cherry Brandy"

"Galloping White Horse" [Complete]

"Telepathy"

A note before you begin: This is a product of my imagination. I update at my own pace. Criticism is welcome, but please don't be bossy or condescending.

This story is also known as: "Transmigrating After Tang Xiaoyi Turns Dark"

I have no outline. I'm writing this for fun, so I hope you enjoy reading it for fun, too. Life is hard, so here's something even harder.

↑ Since I had no outline, the old blurb was entirely made up as I went along. Looking at it now, it differs greatly from the actual story, so I've written a new blurb.

New blurb:

Chi Xue caught a bus that was long past its scheduled time: she had transmigrated.

She became the second female lead, bartered away by her parents for their own gain, and took the true female lead's place as the fiancée of a useless young master from the capital.

Chi Xue's response: I can totally accept that.

After all, according to her plans, she should have been dead a long time ago.

Old blurb:

□□ ad version:

She woke up to find herself married to the capital's famous disabled wastrel. They said he was gloomy and vicious, and that anyone who fell into his hands met a terrible end! But on their wedding night, the man in the wheelchair looked pale, yet gentle, as he lifted her chin and asked, "Do you like me, Chi Xue?"

Regular version:

Reincarnation means that no matter how many times this story begins again, I will fall in love with you at this moment, without a doubt.

Everything bitter is wrapped up in this love. It spills black blood and tastes sickly sweet, yet I tell you it's a cream cake covered in sugar. Please eat it. From your teeth to your tongue, from your throat to your esophagus, it burns and slides all the way down to your stomach. You ask me what it is, and I say it's a gift.

He's perverse, sick, and has a broken leg. On our wedding night, he asks if I want to live or die. Obviously, I want to live.

He says that if I want to live, I can be his wife.

Looking at his face, I blurt out, "There's really a deal like this?"

When I notice his mood change, I quickly amend, "Since you put it that way, then of course I..."

Tang Xiaoyi: "If you don't like it, pick out a nice-looking urn."

Me: "Waaah, Daddy, I want to live off you. I'm hungry."

The heart speaks.

Her beautiful face, her wondrous hair like narcissus,

her eyebrows like hyacinths, her sweet mouth.

Love!

People have given you many names.

Last night, I gave you another:

An incurable pain.

Rumi

I reserve all rights to interpret this story.

The story itself is told in the third person.

Theme: Fate can be foretold, but it cannot be escaped.