Delicate, sweet heroine vs. obsessive, love-struck hero
I knew from the start that Lu Ningzhi had a deceased beloved in his heart.
After all, when we first met, Lu Ningzhi held me in his arms and called me by the wrong name.
The Lu Ningzhi in the illusion was a brazen, carefree young man, utterly different from the cold and indifferent man he was now. I also saw the woman he held in his heart, his moonlight.
A woman who looked exactly like me.
*
My wedding dress was as red as blood, and brilliant peach blossoms bloomed behind me.
I asked, "Lu Ningzhi, who am I in your eyes? Zhenzhen, or Meng Jin'an?"
"You and her are the same person."
I gave a soft laugh, took out the dagger I had hidden long ago, and plunged it into my abdomen.
Before I lost consciousness, I saw Lu Ningzhi stumble. In the end, he could no longer hold himself up and sank to his knees.
If my wound hadn't hurt so much, and if I really hadn't been sleepy, I would have laughed out loud.
Lu Ningzhi, you say she and I are one person, but I only know that I am Meng Jin'an.
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The second young master of the Lu family was a gifted genius who entered the greatest cultivation sect in the world at a young age. He cultivated the supreme Way of Carefree Ease, yet his cultivation stalled when he was only twenty.
The world lamented, saying a genius had fallen.
Only Lu Ningzhi knew that distracting thoughts filled his heart, keeping him from being free and fearless.
His Dao heart had shattered the moment she died.
Theme: Refusing to be someone else's stand-in
