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The East Sea is home to a sacred mountain called Little Yingzhou.
Little Yingzhou is home to an immortal named Yun Ji.
The immortal of Little Yingzhou can split mountains, sunder seas, smash temples, and slay immortals, yet she has no idea what to do with the boy she took in.
The boy who once blushed and spoke to her in a quiet voice has grown up.
Though he seems to obey her in everything, he ties his red thread of fate to Yun Ji's before the shrine and knots it tight.
Li Jingfeng is always afraid he hasn't climbed high enough for the woman he loves to see him.
Later, inside the Fallen Mountain Temple, beneath the white jade statue,
he kneels at Yun Ji's feet, his eyes red as he begs her, "A Ji, look at me. I'm still young, and my face is still handsome. Please stay here. Please love me..."
The emperor, his robes half undone, begs the immortal to show him mercy. He tilts his head back and toys with the strands of Yun Ji's dark hair that fall loose. "While I'm still young, won't you at least give it a try?"
"In every life, I will be yours, A Ji."
"He traded endless cycles of reincarnation for a single 'I remember you' from the immortal, whose years stretch on forever."
Reading Guide:
1. A possessive, lovesick emperor with a fragile heart x an easygoing, detached immortal who wanders among mortals
[Highlight] The ending is tragic.
2. Both leads are virgins.
3. A high-martial-arts, low-magic setting. My own fantasy world, entirely made up.
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Theme: You can only win if you're willing to fight.
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Today I suddenly remembered that the protagonist of a novel I wrote a long time ago was also named Yunji, but he was just the male protagonist 😂 I love this name, who knows?
Is this the end? No extras or anything like that... It's so well written that I can't get out of it.
Sense of fate, madam, you are my god
I, Cao Kan, cried... No words can express it.
It turns out that this is why the mountain is so long!
Why are a group of people who cause trouble always "ignorant" and "don't worry about it"? Is the suffering of cardamom in vain? Are the people who suffered and died in the floods given away every time in vain? I don't understand this idea
I've been so tired as a migrant worker these days and read novels to find some comfort.
A bit like the funeral of Fulian, between the long-lived species and the short-lived species