[Updates at 6 p.m. according to the rankings before signing, daily updates afterward. Chapters are banked, and I won't abandon the novel.]
I, Li Chaomu, am the ruler of the Ghost Realm. My subordinates respect me, my enemies fear me, and the people love me. The only one who feels nothing for me is the boy I picked up.
The boy is cold by nature, proud, and impossible to tame.
I offer him treasures, and he turns them down with contempt. I treat him with courtesy, and he sneers at me. I come to him stained with blood, and he avoids me like the plague.
But he has a face like my white moonlight, so I keep giving ground.
It isn't until the Four Realms attack and the Ghost Realm suffers a crushing defeat that the boy wounds me, and I finally learn the truth: the cold-hearted youth is none other than Mo Ruhui, a master of the Heartless Path who spent three years lying in wait for this day.
I hate it!
The good news: I was reborn.
The bad news: I'm now the junior sister of a sect in the Four Realms, with my foundation destroyed and my cultivation regressed.
Me: ...I don't know what's gotten into you, Heavenly Dao. Why not just let me rise from the dead and kill my enemy with my own hands?
I try every herb under the sun and every kind of miraculous pill, but never find a way to restore my foundation. That is, until I run into Mo Ruhui again.
I hear he ruined his Dao heart and fell into demonic cultivation for my sake. Now his mind is in disarray, and everyone bullies him like a fool.
I laugh at the people of the Four Realms for being stupid. But the moment my hand around his neck touches his skin, I suddenly realize he can help restore my foundation.
As I stand there in shock, Mo Ruhui looks down at me with delight and nuzzles my knuckles. "Sister, are you touching me because you like me?"
"...Yes."
I like you. I want to strangle you to death.
Mo Ruhui believes me.
He takes the initiative to get close, intertwining his fingers with mine. He showers me with sweet words and holds me as if I were part of his very flesh and blood. Even when we're in bed, if the pain brings tears to my eyes, he forces himself to stop, gently kisses and comforts me, then rubs my shoulders and massages my waist afterward, apologizing with guilt.
His eyes are tender with affection, and he can't hide his love. I only have to beckon and he comes right over.
Not a trace remains of the cold, aloof man who once kept me at arm's length.
The night before I return to my peak, he vows that we'll stay together until our hair turns white.
Then I drain him dry and set out alone to settle accounts with the mastermind.
I don't even notice that he takes a fatal blow for me.
When Mo Ruhui lies in my arms, barely breathing, he looks at me through tearful eyes and accuses me of heartlessly abandoning him. I gaze into his clear eyes, sneer, and plunge my sword into his chest again.
"Stop pretending, Mo Ruhui. He would never turn against me."
As blood gushes out, Mo Ruhui, who has somehow regained his senses, darkens his expression.
Demonic energy coils around him and his wounds heal, but under my wary gaze, his eyes redden with hurt.
"I can give you everything he did."
"I was wrong... A Li, can you stop loving him?"
[An scheming master of a great sect who pretends to be foolish and helpless vs. a cold junior sister who sees through everything and says it outright]
* Third-person narration, 1v1, both are each other's first, happy ending
Theme: Never do anything you'll regret
