Head Over Heels, but Bad Luck for Her Husband

Some cultivate the Heartless Path, some the Path of Passion, and others the Path of Many Loves. But you are different: you cultivate the Bitter Love Path.

At first, you were a carefree young girl.

Your childhood sweetheart, a young general, returned from war with a pitiful life-saving benefactor by his side.

His face flushed red. He dared not look at you, but after meeting his benefactor's eyes, he sincerely apologized. "I'm sorry, but I can't abandon her... You're so understanding, you won't mind having another little sister, will you?"

You didn't cry.

Later, you became an imperial consort.

The most noble man in the land granted you a status second only to his own, The Outcast.

He seemed to love you more than anything, but when he saw the hairpin on your head, his gentle facade abruptly fell away, and he slapped you hard.

He glared at you furiously.

As if he wanted to tear you apart with his bare hands, he snarled, "You think you're worthy of wearing Qingqing's things?!"

You didn't cry.

Later still, your master brought you back to the mountain.

Your master was silent around everyone.

Only when he was with your junior sister did he show even a hint of warmth.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

But before you could catch your breath, your master bound you. Holding your junior sister, covered in blood, he stared at you with utter disgust, resolved to dig out your spiritual root. "...You actually harmed your fellow sect member out of jealousy! You're simply... beyond reform! I should have executed you the moment you threw the court into chaos and usurped power!"

You didn't cry.

Later, later still, an unrestrained Immortal Lord saved you.

He treated you very well.

Not only did he help you advance your cultivation, he also gave you countless magical treasures for protection.

He led you to the highest peak of his domain, gazed at you with deep affection, and told you that everything before you was an empire he had conquered for your sake.

You were deeply moved.

But later, he drove a sword into your heart and apologized. "I'm sorry. I have a duty to fulfill. I must attain the Heartless Path to have the strength to face the Demon Lord's challenge three years from now. Since you've fallen in love with me, you won't mind doing something for me, right?"

You still hadn't cried.

At last.

You finally mastered the Bitter Love Path.

Someone cursed you in hatred. "You heartless, ungrateful woman! You'll get what's coming to you someday!"

You cried.

You cried so hard you beat your chest and wailed in anguish.

"I already got what was coming to me!"

"I gained everything by stepping over their corpses, but lost their love!"

"Once, so many sincere loves were right there before me, and I didn't cherish them. I only regretted it after I had stabbed them all to death."

"If Heaven gave me one chance to start over, I would surely..."

At that point,

you suddenly sighed.

You slowly wiped the tears from your face. "Forget it. What's the point of saying this now? The love I've lost won't come back. In the end... I'm just the strongest Immortal Lord, loved by no man..."

"A failure."

"Such a failure."

"Sigh. Let me walk this painful path alone."

"This is my punishment..."

Theme: Fear neither hardship nor danger, and forge a brave life.