Shen Zhaoxue was an immortal herb in the heavenly realm. But with too little spiritual energy, she was unremarkable in appearance, and just as someone was about to uproot her, a young prince brought her home and nourished her with spiritual energy.
Sadly, her good fortune did not last. The prince was banished to the mortal realm by the Heavenly Emperor for committing a grave crime, and when Shen Zhaoxue found out, she followed him there.
As she descended to the mortal realm, Shen Zhaoxue was struck by heavenly lightning. When she woke, she had forgotten everything.
Thanks to her extraordinary medical skills, Shen Zhaoxue was welcomed as an honored guest by the cultivation world's foremost sect and treated as one of their own.
One day, the sect leader brought his exceptionally gifted only son to meet Shen Zhaoxue.
The boy stood tall, brimming with righteous resolve. But behind the bandages, his eyes were like dark pearls veiled in dust.
Seeing that the sect leader was struggling to speak, Shen Zhaoxue smiled brightly. "Simple."
From then on, Shen Zhaoxue wore a strip of gauze over her eyes, and a little shadow followed her everywhere.
The little shadow was fiercely possessive. "Master, you can only have me as your disciple."
"Who else would be willing to take me as their master?"
The little shadow thought that made sense. But before long, Shen Zhaoxue came back with a ragged little beggar.
"Master broke your word. You deserve to be punished."
Shen Zhaoxue felt a brief pain on her lips. Thinking it was just a child's jealousy, she didn't dwell on it. But a few years later, when she was gravely injured saving the little beggar...
The little shadow stood at her bedside, his voice low and icy. "Master was willing to risk your life to save that bastard. Even in your sleep, you call someone else's name. Is there even the smallest place for me in your heart?"
Only when her life was nearly over did Shen Zhaoxue realize how deep the feelings were that she had bought with her eyes that day.
When her memories returned, Shen Zhaoxue heard the sounds of slaughter around her. The Demon Venerable, stained with blood, slowly approached her. "Master, now no one can stop us from being together."
Possessive, obsessive, and unhinged gong x gentle, refined, cold, and frail shou
★ My own take on cultivation. Please don't compare it with or scrutinize it against other settings.
★ The master will be a little weaker than her disciple at first, because she's a blade of grass.
★ The master's body is frail, but her will is strong. A little blade of grass may be weak, but it stands tall.
/Melodrama / angst / amnesia / groveling chase / raising them, but raising them wrong
Cover art authorized by Weilou
Message: Love and hate.
