Sick

Wen Miao is a cook's daughter, tasked with caring for the sickly eldest young master of the household. Everyone says Xiling Yan won't live long. Only Wen Miao says he'll live to be a hundred. After falling in love with a demoness, Xiling Yan succumbed to demonic cultivation and killed everyone in the household. Wen Miao, carefully carrying a sugar figurine to give him, was the first to fall in the rain of blood. Back when Xiling Yan was still mortal, his frail body confined him to a small courtyard. The things he saw most often were either the crooked, ugly jujube tree in the yard or the undisguised pity in people's eyes when they looked at him. Back then, only Wen Miao didn't look at him that way. After all, she was foolish and simple. Everyone told her he was certain to die, yet she smiled brightly every day and said, "Young Master will live a long, long time. Longer than me, even." Her words came true. She died, while he truly did live a long time. Later, Xiling Yan saw all kinds of looks: fear, worship, envy, hatred. But no one ever dared pity him again. Jian Wei, the master of her elder brother, saved Wen Miao. When she awoke, nearly a hundred years had passed since the Xiling clan had been wiped out. The world had changed, and she had come to understand many things. The dead were gone, while the living had to keep living well. Life was fragile and brief, so she needed to give her heart to the right person. And Xiling Yan wasn't that person. He had never liked her, not even a little. So when she was given a spiritual medicine to save Jian Wei's life in return for repaying his kindness, she had no choice but to agree to marry Xiling Yan, who had by then become the Demon Lord. Then, on her wedding day, she chose to run away. Xiling Yan strode over bloodstained ground, his wedding robes darkened with blood. In his eyes, like those of an evil spirit, he saw his bride leaning against someone else. Facing the nearly frenzied Xiling Yan, Wen Miao's hand trembled around her sword, but she still stood resolutely in front of Jian Wei. He stared fiercely into her eyes. "Do you hate me?" Wen Miao shook her head, her expression so unfamiliar to him, and so despairing, that he could scarcely bear it. "I pity you." Brave, kind-hearted little ray of sunshine x gorgeous, vicious madman (Updates follow the rankings) 1. Not traditional cultivation fantasy, with lots of original worldbuilding. 2. Pure melodramatic tropes, with a ridiculous plot. 3. Not a strong female lead. The protagonist grows over time. The male lead is a terrible person with awful manners. 4. This story pushes boundaries. Readers who aren't comfortable with graphic violence should be cautious. 5. No spoilers in chapter comments or the review section. Theme: One hateful thought rises, and a million gates to suffering open.