The Star Lord went mad from cultivation and forgot every last thing about his past.
With a wave of his horsetail whisk, he drove all those ugly, loathsome outsiders down the mountain.
Among them was He Suxue, his Dao companion, with whom he had yet to complete their bond.
As she was driven away, the woman's face was pale and her eyes swollen and red.
Her eyes held irrepressible love and despair, yet she voiced no complaint. Obediently, she lit one last stick of incense to soothe him.
The Star Lord was cold by nature and looked down on everything.
When he awoke from the chaos of his inner demon, he found an inconspicuous little bug crawling beside him.
He frowned and flicked his horsetail whisk. The bug flew away sensibly and never came to bother him again.
Later, he gradually remembered that the bug really was the Dao companion he loved and had chosen.
He slowly realized that those nightmares, haunted by her pale, cold face...
were not just dreams.
To return safely to the modern world, He Suxue had to win over the Star Lord.
Hundreds of years ago, the Star Lord's soul was gravely wounded and forced to enter the cycle of reincarnation. She could only follow him and be reborn as well.
When the Star Lord was a general, she was a songstress.
When he was a hunter, she was a snow marten.
When he became a pampered young master, she could only be a servant bent on climbing the social ladder.
...With such a blatantly unfair script, the hardships and grievances went without saying. And every time, she died horribly.
The Star Lord's soul returned to his true body, and her mission reached its final stretch.
As long as she could pry a single sweet love confession out of his mouth this time, making the true Star Lord deign to say it, she would finally be free.
After more than ten years of coaxing and cajoling, and burning through countless sticks of nightmare incense, the old geezer forgot everything with one click. Her progress was reset to zero.
Start all over?
Staring daggers at the tightly shut mountain gate, He Suxue was so furious her eyes nearly bulged out.
She only had two or three years left to live.
She couldn't go home.
Important notes:
1. The heroine is gentle on the outside, deranged and obsessive on the inside.
2. The heroine will successfully return home.
3. The heroine is guaranteed a happy ending. The hero is not.
4. To ensure a steady update schedule, the entire novel is already written. I generally don't check the comments.
When your life hangs by a thread, rely on men. When all else fails, move Heaven with your own efforts.
Theme: Live for yourself.
This blurb was written on September 5, 2021. There's a screenshot in my Moments.
Theme: Live for yourself
