After Faking My Death, I Became the Cold Immortal's White Moonlight

Li Luo had loved him for a long time.

When she first met him, she was being haunted by a swarm of ghosts and stumbled into his arms in a panic.

The Taoist priest, dressed in snow-white robes and blessed with handsome features, waved his hand, and every ghost vanished.

To repay him, Li Luo asked the priest to stay.

His eyes were serene and free of desire. Everyone called him aloof and proud, and advised her to give up soon. But Li Luo loved being close to him.

She offered him everything she owned, doing her best to please him.

She even learned to do things she had never been good at, as long as he liked them.

All because the young girl had fallen for him.

At last, one night after they drank together, the priest lost his usual restraint. He gazed at her flushed cheeks, bright as the moon.

He reached out of his own accord, stirring the moonlight into chaos as spring colors twined around the branches.

At dawn, Li Luo was still flushed. He placed the jade pendant he always carried in her palm.

Naively believing this meant he had accepted her and they were now husband and wife, Li Luo happily and awkwardly pulled him into a ceremony to wed Heaven and Earth.

Until his cousin came to visit. She said things Li Luo could not understand: "How could a mere mortal ever be worthy of him?"

She made things difficult for Li Luo at every turn. Li Luo treated her with care, swallowing one grievance after another.

The people around them called Li Luo infatuated and foolish. The priest's cousin was stunning, they said, and why would he ever take a fancy to an ordinary fisherman's daughter like her?

Whenever they said this, the usually gentle Li Luo would take out the jade pendant, glare at them, and argue back.

Then, one day, while bringing them tea, she accidentally overheard the two of them talking.

"Li Luo is only a mortal. How could I ever fall for her?"

The man's voice was still as cool and distant as she knew it.

The teacup fell and shattered.

Only then did Li Luo understand: He had never fallen for her. It had all been her own desperate insistence.

In the pouring rain, Li Luo stroked her slightly swollen belly and drank the poisoned wine his cousin had brought her. By the time he hurried back after slaying a demon, she was at death's door.

With her last breath, Li Luo looked at him and smiled as brightly as she had when they first met. "Taoist, now I've repaid you in full."

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Immortal Venerable Xuan Qing cultivated the Heartless Dao. After descending to the mortal realm to undergo his final tribulation, he returned and searched the four seas and eight wildernesses like a madman for the lingering soul of a mortal woman, nearly destroying his divine essence.

Proud and aloof by nature, he broke into the Underworld time and again, waiting by the Bridge of Helplessness for thousands of years.

At a Peach Banquet in Heaven, he finally caught sight of the person he had yearned for day and night.

Her red lips were alluring, and she was surrounded by male lovers, smiling radiantly.

As they brushed past each other, her gaze was cold and unfamiliar.

People said she was the leader of the Joyous Union Sect, and the Demon Lord's fiancee.

There was no trace of him left in her eyes.

The solitary moon finally fell into the mortal world.

Reading guide: The male lead never loved his cousin. The cousin is not an ordinary person, either.

Theme: Live life to the fullest, and never give up.