A Wife-Chasing Crematorium Story

I loved Xie Huaici, but he didn't love me. He loved his childhood friend, his junior sister.

Even though... I dug out my own spiritual meridians to save him.

All I got in return was a gaze cold enough to freeze me through.

My junior sister didn't like me, and neither did my fellow sect members. They thought I was too close to Xie Huaici... that I had ulterior motives. My junior sister cried over it time and time again.

My junior sister was beautiful. When she didn't smile, she was like a snow lotus blooming atop a mountain. When she did, she was as radiant as a pomegranate blossom. Her beauty was unmatched, and she and Xie Huaici were a perfect pair. And me... I was drab and dull, completely out of place beside them.

When my junior sister plunged a knife into Xie Huaici's heart and he fell into a pool of blood, I went to help him. Instead of gratitude, I got a sword through the heart... With nowhere left to go, I fell into the pitch-black abyss.

Before I died, blood blurred my vision. I missed the shock in his eyes, and the tear that fell for me.

I died, then came back to life. Time returned to when I first met him.

At the same time, my sealed memories gradually returned, and I realized that the world I lived in wasn't real. It was a novel called Song of Immortals and Demons.

Xie Huaici was the male lead, and my junior sister was the female lead. One was an evil god, the other a goddess. Both were reincarnations, and each was the other's salvation.

The goddess had to seduce the evil god to kill him, because only by developing feelings could he gain a weakness. It was supposedly all for the salvation of the world, but in truth, it was one big melodramatic romance.

Because they loved and hated each other in equal measure, the male lead became twisted and went mad pursuing his wife. To set this plot point in motion, and bring about the changes in the male lead's character, my death was inevitable.

According to the story, next would come the massacre of a city, then a reign of terror that would bring ruin to the people.

After that, the two of them would get their happy ending and save each other.

Now that I knew the plot by heart, I would never again be taken in by his handsome face, never trust him or comfort him... and, above all, never love him.

He hovered around me. I ignored him.

When everyone mocked him, I looked down on him too.

At last, when he shyly confessed his feelings, I said just three words: "You think you deserve me?"

Those three words alone drained the color from his face, as if he'd fallen into an abyss.

What he didn't know was that... the abyss had buried more than my past life. It had also buried the foolish feelings I'd held for him all those years ago.

After that, Xie Huaici's fate grew even more tragic than before. He made enemies everywhere, fell into one dangerous predicament after another, suffered a broken heart and shattered bones, and dragged his wounded body to her... just to see her once.

But how did she respond? She found his blood filthy and avoided his outstretched hand as if he were something dirty.

For years, she had never once forgotten the pain he had inflicted on her. Naturally, she would return every bit of it.

This was only the beginning.

And Xie Huaici, even after his soul was shattered to pieces, could not win the slightest bit of compassion from her.

Please add my next book to your collection: Failed to Win Him Over, I Forgot Him

To win over the villain, I gave him whatever he wanted.

Even when he fell into hardship and turned dark, I stayed by his side.

Because he couldn't walk... I carried him along the ten-thousand-mile road to seek immortality. Even when my feet were raw and bleeding... I never gave up.

I thought he must have liked me at least a little, since we'd been through so much together... But reality slapped me right in the face.

The female lead and I fell into the Ghost Cave together. I thought he would grab me.

But that was only what I thought. Even though I was so close to him... he still flew over to take the female lead's hand.

I never cried when my feet were worn raw, but now I was a pathetic mess, with tears and snot all over my face... so I died looking awful.

Because I failed to win him over, I lost my original memories. When I saw him again... he was a ragged young man with blood-red eyes, frightening enough to make anyone tremble. I stammered, "Who are you?"

As if he'd suffered a devastating blow, he broke down in an instant, his voice trembling. "How could you forget me?!"

Theme: Never give up. Keep moving forward.