The Full Moon Mountain

I once loved Xie Feiyue deeply, humble as dust. He was a celestial lord, lofty and proper as the moon. Every gesture and every word of his held the lives of all under heaven in its sway. I was a lowly demon, of unknown origins and half-demon blood, as far beneath him as mud is from clouds. To become worthy of him, I did many terrible things: I betrayed the master who loved me most, killed with my own hands the senior brother who had risked his life to protect me in a secret realm, and broke with the junior sister I had grown up with. In the end, he was all I had left. Everyone said Xie Feiyue and I had finally made it through the hard times, and that we'd surely live happily ever after. But I didn't get to spend a lifetime with him. I died too soon. As I died, I didn't remember the vows I'd made to grow old with Xie Feiyue. I remembered only the pained, sorrowful look in my master's eyes, the despair and tenderness in my senior brother's final moments, and the hatred on my junior sister's face. And Cangyue Mountain, blanketed in white pear blossoms. It turned out that not getting to see the mountain's pear blossoms one last time was the thing I regretted most in my life. But alas, my soul would scatter in the underworld, and I would never get another chance to start over. Just like that late spring, with pear blossoms drifting away on the flowing water, never to return. * Xie Feiyue was born cold-hearted and never believed in love. Until the little half-demon appeared before him. She smiled brightly and told him she loved him. But he thought it was nothing but a lie. Jiang Ru loved him, but she also loved her master, her fellow disciples, and every blade of grass and tree in her sect. Her love for him was so slight as to be insignificant. At least all the other people and things she loved vanished, one by one. Until he was all she had left. At last, she loved only him. Yet amid the cold night rain, between the celestial palace and the mortal world, atop a towering high-rise, he reached out and caught only a wisp of her crumbling soul. Only then did Xie Feiyue realize that it would have been enough if she were alive and gave him even the slightest scrap of affection. *A story about a female lead deceived by a scumbag. The male lead is messed up and has a bizarre way of thinking. *Neither lead is perfect. *A groveling pursuit of his wife. *Written in third person. *One day, I will write a melodramatic story. In real life, don't pick up men from the trash. Theme: First, seek your true self