Synopsis:
Ning Zhouxuan seemed to be the elegant and radiant senior disciple of the Pure World Sect. No one knew she had been born in the ruins of the Demon Realm, where demon cultivators had bullied and excluded her. By a twist of fate, she had made her way into an orthodox sect and worked hard for years, until finally...
Now the System was telling her that she was doomed by fate and about to die.
But there was still hope. All she had to do was win over her sickly, beautiful junior brother, and she could transfer her fate to him.
That weak, perpetually ill-looking junior brother, Ye Yongxie?
This should be easy.
Ning Zhouxuan took the initiative and drew close to him...
He acted so obediently, eyes reddening, lip caught between his teeth, gazing at her with tearful eyes. "Senior Sister?"
Things were going smoothly, until a sect elder discovered her identity by chance. Just as she was about to be executed, a demonic blade plunged into the elder's chest...
A towering shadow swept over the pools of blood on the ground. Beads of blood rolled from the blade's chillingly bright tip, like stones shattering a mirror and stirring ripples in a bloody mist...
As his narrow eyes glanced toward the night owl startled from beneath the ancient locust tree, black demonic script seemed to come alive beneath his deathly pale skin, winding around his beauty mark into a sinister shape.
Her usually gentle and obedient junior brother bent down and tenderly wiped the blood from the corner of Ning Zhouxuan's eye. "There, don't be afraid."
"Senior Si-i-ister?"
Ning Zhouxuan: "The Heavenly Dao wants me dead!"
Ye Yongxie: "A doomed loner and a world-destroying demon lord. Even the Heavenly Dao has to admit we're a perfect match!"
Theme: Only sincerity can be met with sincerity.
