[Major warning: The heroine really is a self-sacrificing saint. The kind who'll keep to her principles even after crashing into a brick wall.]
Extreme tenderness x extreme fanaticism
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Song Qi has a fiancee like this:
In years past, when the demons invaded and the Immortal Alliance teetered on the brink of collapse, she stood atop Qiong Mountain, the moon draped over her shoulders, and wielded her sword across the thirteen provinces.
She paid for it with shattered sword bones and a body riddled with chronic illness.
The day she died, the first snow fell. No one came to see her off.
Ten years after her death, the mortal world was thriving, and no one remembered her name.
A hundred years after her death, the histories branded her a sinner, and everyone despised, humiliated, and cursed her.
Song Qi could not accept it.
He leapt into the River of the Underworld, enduring a thousand years of demonic bites and heart-searing flames, stubbornly retrieving a fragment of Jiang Yinxue's soul.
He asked her, "Do you regret it?"
Jiang Yinxue, with her three souls withered and seven spirits scattered, stared blankly at him. She seemed moved, but remained silent for a long time.
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Jiang Yinxue had an enemy like this:
In her youth, she was exceptionally gifted and proud. She defeated him without mercy on the Sword Trial Platform, then broke off their engagement on the spot.
It drove him to train day and night, determined to humiliate her in return.
Before she died, her enemy came to find her with the marriage contract she'd thrown away.
But before he could slap it against her face and humiliate her in return, she died.
Later, her enemy fell into demonic cultivation and became a great fiend feared throughout the cultivation world.
He waded into the River of the Underworld, his flesh burned away by the flames until only white bones remained, and fished out her remnant soul to settle the score.
With the marriage contract in hand, he asked with a cold laugh, "Do you regret it?"
Jiang Yinxue had lost all her cultivation and was so weak she could barely cling to life. Seeing the blood dripping from the sword in his hand, she didn't dare speak.
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# A lifelong obsession is hard to lay to rest.
# Don't let the snow slip from the branches. Gently, gently, pluck it down.
Theme: A gentleman keeps his word, no matter the cost.