When the Master Returns Her Gaze with a Flower in Hand

Xie Lanzheng became the disciple of the enemy who killed his father, hiding his hatred and enduring it for years. After winning Fu Ci's trust, he still couldn't bring himself to kill his master.

Torn between love and hate, Xie Lanzheng cruelly dragged the master he had once loved most down from his lofty altar, watching him suffer in the muddy, mortal world. His hatred faded, but the boundless guilt and regret left him struggling to breathe.

Later, his revenge was complete. His master had gone mad, and then was gone.

Only then did Xie Lanzheng realize he had hated the wrong person.

Desperate, he searched everywhere between heaven and earth, his master's voice and face always beside him, though all he could see was emptiness.

After countless twists and turns, Xie Lanzheng passed the pavilion where rain drifted and flowers fell. There, seated within, was a graceful figure in blue, refined and familiar beyond words.

He approached carefully, only to hear the man murmuring his name into the wind.

Xie Lanzheng's eyes filled with tears. His trembling hand reached out to gently touch the man's shoulder. “...Master.”

Fu Ci clutched the bitterheart flower branch in his hand and slowly turned around, smiling innocently. “Who... are you?”

In that moment, a single sentence pierced his heart, and every hope turned to ash.

Important notes:

1. Aloof master as the bottom x obsessive disciple as the top

2. A scum top story! Run!

3. The sickly beauty falls into hardship and turns dark in the early chapters; later, the dog of a disciple falls in love after hating him.

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Theme: The power of forgiveness.