On my wedding day, I died at the hands of my fiancé.
I stared blankly at the sword plunged into my heart. My blood seeped into my bright red wedding dress, dripping drop by drop.
My fiancé, Yan Wuji, suddenly looked up and stared straight at me. His gaze complicated, he said, "Linglong, in your next life..."
I knew Yan Wuji was a demon by nature. I knew he loved someone else, and I knew my heart's blood could save the woman he loved.
But I still took the gamble.
I blamed no one but myself.
But... it hurts so much.
As my vision blurred, I watched Yan Wuji carefully lift his gravely wounded beloved into his arms and leave without looking back.
When I opened my eyes again, three thousand years had passed.
Three thousand years later, Yan Wuji had become the fearsome Demon Lord, while I was just a little demon who had snuck into the demon realm to make money.
Yan Wuji watched me quietly for days, then lured me in with a chest of jewels and made me his personal maid in the Demon Palace.
Yan Wuji suffered from terrible headaches, and only around me could he relax for a moment. He often held my chin and asked if we had met somewhere before.
He wanted to kill me, but couldn't bear to.
And I truly wanted to kill him.
I sacrificed my body in this life, died in the sword's forging, and created the Demon-Slaying Sword to destroy Yan Wuji's soul.
Yan Wuji could barely keep himself alive, yet the news of my death drove him mad.
That night, he dried up the four seas and shattered heaven and earth.
And I successfully passed my tribulation and ascended to the divine realm, free of love and desire.
Later, Yan Wuji asked me, agitated yet cautious, whether I had ever loved him.
I smiled. "The divine love all things equally."
(The main story is told in third person, with a twist in the first life.)
Revised 2022.9.3
Theme: The right approach and methods are what lead to success.
