Everyone said that Shen Qiuguang of the Ningchuan Sect was gentle and cold, as airy as a fairy.
Especially a pair of eyes, clear and refined, not stained by dust.
Later, she was seriously injured, sealed in an ice coffin, and slept for a hundred years.
When she woke up again, someone else lived in her cave, her senior brother had a new junior sister, and her master also had a female disciple whom he loved more.
That female apprentice is not as beautiful as her, not as strong as her, except for her eyes, which are exactly the same as hers.
Master remembered these eyes that looked like hers and took them under his tutelage to comfort and miss her. However, as time went by, the innocent and weak little junior sister was more lovable to them than her cold original owner.
Later, the master destroyed the spiritual roots of the little junior sister, ruined her cultivation, and kicked her out of the master.
The man who had raised her up was filled with disappointment, and he denounced her for being jealous and hateful, for murdering her fellow sect members, for being despicable, cruel and unforgivable.
That day, the wind was howling at the Zhandong Tower, and she and her sword were thrown down Wuya Mountain by the master's own hands. They fell for three days and three nights before finally falling into the mortal world.
Drenched with blood and covered with broken bones, he looked like a useless person.
In her near-death coma, she had a dream.
I dreamed that this world was a storybook, and the little junior sister who was similar to her was the protagonist, and she was the abandoned Bai Yueguang in the book. She was unwilling to lose favor and did all despicable things. She wanted to be loved, but pushed the one she loved further away until they were out of reach, until everyone betrayed her and separated, until swords were drawn against each other.
When he died, he was so ugly that he was despised by thousands of people.
When Shen Qiuguang woke up, the night was as dark as thick ink, with heavy rain and lightning and thunder.
The heavy rain hit her body and she almost died from the pain.
All the bones in his body had been crushed by his master and he was unable to move. His fingers with weak consciousness groped in the muddy rain for a long time before he found his sword.
The sword is still there. That's good.
In the heavy rain, she closed her eyes and quietly adjusted her breath.
The spiritual energy was introduced into the empty spiritual root and slipped away from the damaged area. A hundred times, a thousand times, in excruciating pain, in vain.
However, Shen Qiuguang still repeated it again and again.
Just like when she was young, she practiced swordplay alone in the back mountain, ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times... No matter whether it was cold or hot, no matter the age, she was always alone, with her heart like still water.
Before her consciousness sank into the cycle of heaven and earth, she suddenly remembered the dream she had just had.
What a strange script. She thought.
The book says white moonlight, does that mean the light of the moon?
If it is the light of the moon, it should be high in the sky.
The moon is not anyone's moon, and the moon is not shining for anyone.
Why would someone fall into such disgrace and become so miserable that they are beyond recognition just because they are rejected by others?
White moonlight will not fall into the mud.
The white moonlight will only shine, always so quiet, always so bright, always in the distant sky.
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1. The heroine who saves any dog that passes by x the hero who cuts every earthworm in half on the roadside
2. The title of the copy may be changed
Purpose: Facing adversity and living hard