Oh No! The Fake Moonlight Has Me Wrapped Around Her Finger!

Yun Chen was a swordsmanship prodigy rarely seen in the cultivation world, a dazzling young Sword God who made a name for himself while still young. Wild and unrestrained, he struck fear into gods and demons alike wherever his sword pointed.

Until one great fire destroyed his sect. His allies turned against him, and the last time anyone saw him, the Sword God was dragging his sword out of the ruins, leaving alone.

*

Yue Xiaobai, the foremost disciple of the Zheng Tian Sect, was a rising young star with a bright future. There was just one catch: he had someone he held dear in his heart.

To uncover the truth behind his beloved's disappearance, Yue Xiaobai sneaked down the mountain, only to be accosted by an impostor who looked seven parts like Yun Chen.

The impostor was sickly, pale and frail, panting after every few steps. Yet with his handsome face, he was a flirtatious rogue who bluffed and swindled his way through life.

He was a disgrace to Yue Xiaobai's bright and noble beloved!

Yue Xiaobai tried to leave, but wherever he went, he kept seeing that despicable smile

He followed him, and the impostor smiled as he easily deflected Yue Xiaobai's probing gaze.

He threatened him, but before he could even act, the impostor was already coughing until the corners of his eyes reddened, swaying as if about to collapse.

He was furious, but the impostor tugged at his sleeve, smiling with curved eyes. "Don't be mad. Let's eat first."

...Until Yue Xiaobai was poisoned by a love bug. In a daze, he found himself enveloped in a cool, fragrant embrace.

The next day, Yue Xiaobai stared trembling at the pale impostor beside him, his body covered in marks.

He remembered holding the man tight in his arms, tracing the trembling curve of his neck with his fingertips, and kissing the tiny mole that was identical to the one his beloved had.

Yue Xiaobai was struck as if by lightning. Could he possibly... like me?

No! He absolutely could not fall for a fake version of his beloved and make the same mistake twice!

But gradually, he noticed that the man's resemblance to Yun Chen kept growing...

*

Sixteen years ago, Yun Chen held Yue Xiaobai in a sea of blood, his cold, slender fingers shielding the boy's eyes.

"A Xiao, when you grow up, I'll come back."

Sixteen years passed. Yue Xiaobai grew from a child too small to lift a sword into a dashing young swordsman whose blade swept like rain, but Yun Chen never returned.

Sixteen years later, a pale, powerless hand just like that one trembled in his grasp, pinned beneath him.

"You've really mistaken me for someone else." Yun Chen's head was spinning and his back ached. He was close to tears.

"Keep pretending," Yue Xiaobai said through gritted teeth. "Go on, keep pretending."

"Don't you like me?"

"Didn't you say you'd do anything for me?"

Yun Chen was bewildered. When did I ever say that?

Yue Xiaobai closed his eyes, his voice hoarse. "When will you... stop lying?"

"But it doesn't matter..." Yue Xiaobai gripped that pale wrist, his thumb rubbing harshly over those honeyed, deceitful lips. "Anyway..."

"I won't let you escape again."

"Master."

A pure-hearted (but prone to turning dark) young hero x a roguish (but deeply miserable) swordsman

SC, sickly shou, master and disciple, younger gong, happy ending

Theme: Once a swordsman, forever a swordsman's heart