First published on June 21, 2021. Archived.
Shen Yi grew up without parents, with no one to rely on. Like a wild weed no one cared about, she grew in a barren, lawless land, living like a stray dog: biting others, and getting kicked in return.
No one treated her like a person, and she didn't treat herself like one either.
Until she met Shi Yuexin, the immortal-like senior sister sitting high above. She took Shen Yi as her disciple and treated her just like the others.
That simple equality was enough for Shen Yi to remember for the rest of her life.
Besides, her shizun had a face like shining jade and eyes like stars, the very picture of someone fit to be worshipped.
Ten-year-old Shen Yi had a dream she didn't dare tell anyone: she wanted her lofty shizun to bend her perpetually straight back, pat Shen Yi on the head, and praise her for something, anything.
So she sheathed her claws and fangs, becoming the most obedient disciple in the Xuan Sect.
But until the day she died, she never got so much as an extra glance from Shi Yuexin.
The spirit herb Shen Yi risked her life to gather was casually given away by Shi Yuexin.
When someone ambushed Shen Yi during her training and she had no choice but to fight back to protect herself, Shi Yuexin punished her by making her kneel on the Reflection Stone for three days and nights.
All these things, one after another, a youth chasing the moon in the water until her boiling soul grew cold.
Later, when she was accused of stealing the sect's most precious treasure and everyone clamored for her death,
her shizun still didn't spare her another glance.
At twenty, Shen Yi finally understood: Shi Yuexin had no heart.
Shen Yi cut out her own heart to prove her innocence, then walked out of the Xuan Sect, covered in blood. She died on the stone steps outside.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her childhood.
To hell with Shi Yuexin.
Shen Yi beat the disciple who had bullied her until their face was a mess, then stared defiantly at Shi Yuexin, who had come to clean up afterward.
But her shizun only glanced at the person on the ground, crouched down, took Shen Yi's hand, and blew on it.
"Does it hurt?"
Shen Yi: ?
Shi Yuexin was a stone. She had no heart, until one day someone cut out their own heart and gave it to her.
Looking at the blood cooling in the Xuan Sect's main hall, her heart began to ache fiercely.
A vengeful, ruthless demon top × a lofty, ethereal immortal bottom. The bottom chases the top through a crematorium of regret. Younger top, with an age gap of several tens of thousands of years, maybe (?)
Notes: Looks like a serious drama. That's all.
Theme: Debts must be repaid. That's only fair.