After Faking My Death, I Transmigrated Back into the Book

Su Bai had just received his university admission letter when he transmigrated into a book.

System: Sweetie, let's go on a spontaneous trip!

Su Bai: I studied my ass off for over ten years and finally got into a top university, and you sent me into a book on some trip? Do you know what it's like to watch your thick head of hair fall out until you're going bald? Do you know the misery of working from five in the morning until ten at night? Send me home!

System: Sweetie, you can go home once you finish the mission!

Su Bai: All I have to do is witness the rise of the arrogant hero? I can do that!

Just as he'd finally been set free and was lounging on the sofa, enjoying his summer vacation and looking forward to university life, he turned on the TV and, the next second, was sent right back.

System: The revolution isn't over yet, sweetie! Keep working hard!

Su Bai: System, you don't have a dad!

When they met again, Su Bai could barely hide his guilt. Back then, he'd been given the glorious title of the world's number one demon. Whoever killed him would be hailed as a hero by all. Remembering the silent figure at his side through all their battles, Su Bai decided his "death" could be put to better use. Driven by a selfish feeling he couldn't quite name, he sent himself straight into the other's sword. As he lay dying, he didn't even dare look at the man's face. He urged the System to unbind him and eject him from the book.

Su Mo thought that, in the end, he was the one who felt guilty.

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Everyone said Lu Daojun punished evil, protected peace throughout the land, killed the demon, and saved the people from the flames of war. He was worthy of being Qingyun's greatest swordsman. But they didn't know that after that strike, Lu Jinzhi couldn't sleep at night and his Dao heart had shattered.

In their youth, they were naive.

That day, after getting drunk, Su Bai looked at the little swordsman he'd gotten drunk and, for some reason, felt himself reacting. He fought back his wild imaginings and went outside to cool off, unaware that the sleeping drunk had opened his eyes after he left.

When they met again,

The cold and distant Lu Daojun sat beside his bed, several large jars of Spring Wine at his side. His hair was white as snow, and his gaze was calm and placid. In the same tone one might use to say the weather was nice, he asked, "Are you going to top, or am I?"

Su Bai: ...My legs are weak.

You are buried beneath the earth, your bones turning to dust. I remain in the world, my hair white as snow.

I wanted to buy osmanthus wine and travel with you, but we're no longer young and carefree.

No! My original intentions will never change!

It's a sweet romance.

Revised for the sixth time on 2024.5.11. I'm too busy in real life, so I'm planning to start posting in the second half of the year. I won't abandon this story, so don't worry.

Theme: Love is unwavering.