Peeking at the Moon

Song Qiaoming took a young disciple at the age of thirty-eight.

She was a niece from his clan, twenty years old, timid, gloomy, and prejudiced. She also practiced the art of Crossing Tribulations, which he had always disliked, and had large, brightly colored flowers tattooed around her neck.

Her parents had only found her after she had grown up wandering outside, and sent her to him for instruction. Still, at least she was obedient.

He never expected a trip south to exorcise demons to entangle the two of them in an inescapable bond.

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The bells on Yan Yue's feet jingled. Her eyes reddened, betraying her chilling obsession, as she murmured to an old friend, "You were right. The bright moon in the sky is eighty thousand miles from the human world. I really can't pluck it down. So I can only make it fall, down into the mud, where I can touch it."

In a remote southern border town,

She coldly watched him struggle to draw his sword. When he and the demon had both been badly wounded, she hurried over and shielded him, tears in her eyes.

"Master, are you all right?"

Demon poison invaded his eyes. A shard from a broken cup accidentally pierced her hand, and blood ran all over the floor. She soothed him softly. "It's my fault. Please don't be angry."

Song Qiaoming's suspicions began to grow. Yan Yue opened the door to take her leave. "I'll bring someone back soon. Please be extra careful on your own. I've asked a mute girl to look after you."

The mute girl's hand traced each character across his palm.

She was lively and bold enough to tease him: I'm mute and you're blind. Maybe we're made for each other.

His eyes healed. In the dim room, the atmosphere turned intimate once more. Candlelight flickered, and dawn suddenly broke outside. His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as his long fingers closed around her neck, veins standing out.

"Yan Chuyang! I'm your uncle!"

The mute girl spoke. "Your surname is Song and mine is Yan. You can't call yourself my uncle."

She had carefully plotted every step to claim the bright moon for herself. Once she came to her senses, not only did her old friend call her a lunatic, but she herself was stunned and covered her face, crying, "What a terrible sin!"

Yan Yue: So, I know I was wrong. Can I still fix this? Like... get a divorce?

Her friend glanced at Lord Cuiwei, whose expression had darkened, and stepped back. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. You two talk."

#AnOldFlameReignited#

#AnUnconventionalRedemptionStory#

#I Can't Believe It, I Transmigrated Into a Book and Not Only Failed to Become an Immortal, I Became a Demon#

#The Good News Is That After Becoming a Demon, I Dragged Another Judge Down With Me#

#Listen, I'm Really a Good Person... I Used to Be#

#My Best Friends Work Diligently on Their Careers, While I Become Love-Brained After Nearly Achieving Mine#

[The outline will stay the same. I may change the title and blurb often.]

Reader's Guide:

1. Plenty of groveling and redemption arcs, interspersed with flashbacks.

2. To be added. (Haven't thought of anything yet.)

3. Please be cute and add it to your collection~

Theme: Never give up on anyone or anything.