Art Student

[A healing story: a warm, lively little sun of a heroine heals a lonely, fallen moon]

Back in junior high, Chen Cheng was the star of the school.

Almost everyone thought he would smoothly get into the province's top high school and then go on to Tsinghua. That was what everyone expected, and Lin Shilu originally thought so too.

After all, he was a top student with good grades and a good personality, and he was handsome, too. He was a moon-like figure, beyond the reach of a hopeless student like her.

Later, on the first day Lin Shilu reported to high school, she saw the moon sitting quietly in a corner. He was in her class, but not at the province's top school. He was at an ordinary art high school.

He sat there forlornly sharpening a pencil, filling Lin Shilu with complicated feelings and regret for him.

The fallen moon was sensitive, solitary, and unsociable. He went everywhere alone every day, becoming the oddball in his classmates' eyes.

But Lin Shilu knew that boy shouldn't be like that. He was actually a very gentle person.

She had once seen the moon shining brightly in the sky.

She would send that moon back to the heavens.

#Healing story, coming of age, slow burn#

#Those three years of pencils, paints, and drawing boards#

[PS. This is a niche topic with every niche-topic curse stacked against it. It looks doomed to flop, but I still want to write it, so I'm just going to let loose. Think of it as offering up my nostalgia as a sacrifice, I guess.]

Upcoming: Why Is My Rival So Handsome?

Xunfeng, the Demon Lord, always wanted to slaughter her way through the Immortal Capital and rule the three realms.

On the very first day she mastered the transmigration spell, she planned to take her many demon and ghost underlings back two thousand years to slaughter everything in sight.

But she forgot her own age and miscalculated the time. All the demons were there, but Xunfeng had become a three-year-old toddler.

Well, everyone else had transmigrated with all their skills intact. She was the only one reborn in her own body. Her earth-shaking magic was gone, as was her graceful, astonishing martial prowess. Before, a single stomp could move mountains and fill seas. Now, she could probably only let out a baby burp.

But that wasn't what upset Xunfeng most.

An interfering immortal happened to pass by. Seeing demonic energy filling the area, he brought out a magical treasure, snatched her away from the demons, and carried her up to the Upper Immortal Realm, gently soothing her. "Don't be scared, little darling. You're safe now."

As the Immortal Realm's God of War, the Divine Venerable Minghua had fought the demons for a thousand years, with ruthless and brutal methods. Every demon and monster in the Demon Realm gritted their teeth in hatred at the sight of his face.

Looking at the tender, gentle gaze of her sworn enemy, whom she'd fought to a standstill for over a thousand years, Xunfeng could only grit her teeth and endure. She was a tiger fallen to the plains, living under someone else's roof.

What Xunfeng didn't expect was that the murderous Divine Venerable Minghua had been a toddler enthusiast when he was young. He carried her around the Upper Immortal Realm every day, buying her candy and new clothes, dressing the little girl up like a fairy, then taking her around to greet and visit his fellow immortals.

The little Demon Lord looked at the future God of Justice, Thunderbolt General, and Lady of Punishment, her sworn enemies, all grinning foolishly as they fought over who got to take the toddler cloud-riding.

I'm tired. I've never been this tired in thousands of years.

At last, the demons found a way to help their lord break the transmigration spell. The Demon Lord's soul returned to her body a thousand years later, only to discover that the Divine Venerable Minghua had already arrived at the border with his immortal soldiers and generals, launching a war between the immortals and demons.

Immortal generals filled the skies. Xunfeng faced the Divine Venerable Minghua's cold, murderous face, and suddenly understood what had felt so strangely wrong.

These people weren't the same idiots from a thousand years ago at all.

With the winds howling fiercely over the River of Forgetfulness, the Demon Lord Xunfeng wielded the demonic weapon Junshu Tianlong, cleaved the heavens with one strike, and fought her way back two thousand years.

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