I Lost My Memory and Flirted with My Arch-Enemy

When a bolt of heavenly lightning struck, Chen Xiyue lost her memory and fell in love at first sight with her archrival junior sister, who had black clothes, black hair, black eyes, and a perpetually dark expression.

Before that, the two of them had never gotten along.

Chen Xiyue came from a wealthy family and had extraordinary talent. For her, cultivation was as easy as eating and drinking. Unfortunately, she was carefree and lazy, and liked to enjoy a drink or two in her spare time.

Her junior sister, Yang Han, came from a poor family and had blocked spiritual meridians. She was stern and worked hard at cultivation, forcing herself to grow through life-or-death battles. She hated alcohol most of all.

They were close in age and cultivation, but the Wanjian Sect could have only one successor to its sect leader. They had fought over the position for more than a century.

Chen Xiyue was beautiful, easygoing, and gentle, and everyone in the sect adored her. When she suddenly lost her memory and became a lovesick puppy, nobody could bear to see it.

But things didn't turn out as anyone expected. They only saw Yang Han drape a coat over her drunk senior sister, a smile appearing on her usually cold face.

The junior sister is petty. She has a room piled high with account books, every one of them recording her senior sister's offenses.

After unexpectedly regaining her memories, Chen Xiyue casually opened one to a page:

October 29, 362: Senior Sister Chen borrowed one hundred low-grade spirit stones and never paid them back. I had to eat steamed buns for a month. How awful!

November 29, 362: Senior Sister Chen got drunk and threw up all over me. That was my most expensive outfit. How awful!

December 20, 362: Senior Sister Chen was exchanging glances with a disciple from another sect. Hmph, that person isn't as good-looking as me. How awful.

Chen Xiyue closed the account book and looked at Yang Han, who was slumped over the table, too drunk to think straight after just one cup.

Knowing she was drunk, Yang Han said regretfully, "I lost. I can't drink as much as you."

Chen Xiyue coaxed her. "Why be so hung up on winning and losing?"

In her drunken haze, Yang Han sounded aggrieved. "I have to beat you before you'll look at me."

When Chen Xiyue was six, she found the scrawny Yang Han in a muddy pit. That same year, they both joined the Wanjian Sect.

When they were sixteen, Chen Xiyue went out on a training expedition and nearly died. By chance, Yang Han passed by and saved her.

At twenty-six, Chen Xiyue was left exhausted after surviving her tribulation and was attacked by demonic cultivators. Yang Han risked her life to save her again, insisting that Chen Xiyue shouldn't get the wrong idea because it was simply her duty.

At thirty-six, the sect leader returned gravely injured and began grooming a successor. Yang Han issued a challenge, her expression cool. She said she wouldn't hold back.

Over the countless decades that followed, they seemed to drift further and further apart. Chen Xiyue had long since buried her feelings and never imagined that one day they might be returned.

A lazy, easygoing, universally adored senior sister x a loyal, stern, jealous junior sister

[PS]: 1. They have known each other since childhood, and their love is mutual.

2. They protect and help each other grow.

3. A sweet story with no angst.

4. The senior sister is two years older.

5. Hope you enjoy reading!

Theme: Endure every storm without losing sight of who you are.