The Comments Keep Saying the Male Lead and I Are a Couple

Reader comments are now open, with no restrictions. After transmigrating into a chaotic ancient era, Luo Feiyu happened to gain an immortal physique. He had hoped to roam the martial world to his heart's content, but instead, he kept falling into long slumbers. Ten years, a hundred years. The seas changed, the world moved on, and time slipped by. He had been a carefree swordsman who could split a mountain with one stroke and hold spring in place. He had also been a chivalrous thief who slipped into the royal palace at night to leave a note with a plum blossom. He had slept beneath peach trees and explored the moonlit snow mountains. Five hundred years passed like a startled swan in flight. When he woke again, he could still sit in a teahouse and listen to people tell legends about himself. Time went on like this. Luo Feiyu took on a new identity and returned to the martial world, only to hear of someone not long afterward. Duan Wusi. He had appeared out of nowhere, a young prodigy with peerless swordsmanship, yet had been hunted for four years by people who fancied themselves righteous, after a string of calamities befell him. They met in the fourth year of Duan Wusi's pursuit. From then on, Luo Feiyu never fell asleep again. Luo Feiyu and Duan Wusi became the closest of friends. Luo Feiyu... Yesterday, he had still been drinking and chatting with someone. When he woke up, he discovered he had been reborn six years into the past. After being reborn, he awakened a System and started a livestream, only to learn that the world he had transmigrated into was a novel that had been abandoned before its ending. And the System's mission for him was to... Clear the blackening value of the Child of Fortune? Luo Feiyu: "?" That's awfully abrupt. System: "The mission target is Duan Wusi." Luo Feiyu: "??" What does Duan Wusi have to do with a blackening value? Strange. Interesting. He decided to go see his old friend while he was still young. "The remarkable man we'll be discussing today is Lord Jingyu, Luo Feiyu, a once-in-a-century figure..." The storyteller paused to rest, and whispers broke out around the room. "I saw him ten years ago. Just a distant glimpse on Tianren Street, but he was truly elegant and striking, with an extraordinary air." "Wasn't he close friends with that Duan fellow?" "Why do storytellers all love talking about him? If you ask me, it's been ten years. The dead are gone, and surely it's time to..." Bang! Before he could finish, the man was sent flying, smashing into the tables and chairs around him. Everyone fell silent, trembling with fear, and stole glances at the young man who had abruptly risen in the corner. He had a high nose, deep-set eyes, and a sinister expression. Empty wine jars lay scattered around him. He clutched a broken sword, and the curved saber at his waist glimmered darkly. Luo Feiyu was glad to look after an old friend he'd met earlier than expected. But as the mission progressed, he began to notice some things he hadn't anticipated. For instance, he seemed to be missing some of his memories. For instance, Duan Wusi's personality was slightly different from the previous life. And then there was... The livestream comments seemed a little too weird, didn't they? He and Duan Wusi buried wine and snapped off a peach branch along the way. [Watching them bury wine feels like I'm seeing some sweet, cozy married life. Duan Wusi insists on keeping the peach branch Luo Feiyu casually broke off... And Luo Feiyu even asked him to drink together next year! Swallowed the key, thanks.] Luo Feiyu, who had just finished speaking: "..." He and Duan Wusi went out, only to get caught in a rain of sachets. [Couldn't Duan Wusi have dodged that rain of sachets perfectly? Of course he could, but he deliberately took a step back and leaned into Luo Feiyu's arms! Hahahaha, if you want to cuddle, just say so. Your husband will gladly oblige.] Luo Feiyu, who had just steadied him: "..." Their unspoken understanding gradually began to change into something else. Luo Feiyu had meant to observe and make sure, but the usually aloof young man couldn't resist testing the waters. The later livestream comments had already grown more complicated as the audience increased. Now they were an absolute free-for-all. [I thought they were just more than friends, less than lovers? Never thought I'd get to ship a real couple... Feathers 99.] [I hereby declare that everyone in the world knows you two are together except you yourselves.] [Luo Feiyu may seem carefree, but he's absolutely not the sort to get caught up in romance. Duan Wusi has definitely crossed the line...] After reading the last comment, Luo Feiyu looked at the man before him, secretly fretting and anxious. His brows drew together briefly, then relaxed. He smiled. "Why say something like that between us?" His tone was plainly teasing, but his gaze was open and frank. "It's always been the same for you and me." The livestream crashed. About the Couple Carefree, quietly in-control gong (Luo Feiyu) x aloof, proud shou (Duan Wusi) That's how they are individually, but they're both shamelessly biased when it comes to each other. Their dynamic is roughly: One has absurdly thick rose-colored glasses, is oblivious, and spoils the other x the other is clingy, devoted, obedient, and intensely protective A strong couple. They are the only special person in each other's world. Both fall hard from the start, a very pure-love pairing. There's no one pursuing the other; they get together naturally. About This Novel 1. Luo is the gong and Duan is the shou. Older gong, close friends to lovers, both are reborn. The gong's memories are incomplete after he is reborn, but they will return. 2. An alternate ancient world with powerful martial arts and low magic, featuring strange supernatural beings and ghosts. It's neither xianxia cultivation nor pure wuxia, and there is no cultivation ranking system. 3. The comments won't be too dense, but they'll be there from beginning to end. Most are about shipping the couple, and some will also provide information that drives the plot. A few unpleasant comments will be proven wrong by the characters themselves, as in the final part of the blurb. No welcome for ship-bashing, reverse-shipping, self-insert romance, or mocking and feminizing characters. 4. This isn't a long novel. Based on the outline, it'll be at most around 300,000 words. A preview of my upcoming historical danmei, The Proud Disciple Cultivates the Heartless Way for Me [Gentle, laid-back master gong x devoted, shamelessly biased disciple shou] Yao Yu, Grandmaster of Talismans, was peerlessly elegant and surrounded by countless rumors. His constitution was unsuited to martial arts, but he excelled in divination and talismans. He died midway through a great battle, just as planned. After being reborn, he remade his body, gained the favor of fortune, and could finally cultivate the archery path he hadn't been able to pursue in depth in his previous life. A thousand years passed. The world had changed, and his legend was everywhere in the cultivation world. But the boy he had refused to take as his disciple all those years ago... After Yao Yu's death, the boy's demonic blood awakened, and he slaughtered all the demons and evils. Then he turned to the Heartless Way, and, calling himself Yao Yu's disciple, guarded his master's tomb for a thousand years. Yao Yu had brought Fu Linshu back on purpose. During a chance divination, he had calculated that he was destined to face a deadly trial. Fu Linshu was weak now, but in the future, he would awaken his demonic blood and attack the immortal sects. He would overturn the immortal realm, leaving rivers of blood, and Yao Yu would be his first victim. However, if Yao Yu killed him outright, some other calamity would take his place. And that would be even harder to predict. So he decided to keep the boy close and see what other disaster he might bring about. But Yao Yu never expected that the man who had once refused, no matter what, to cultivate the Heartless Way would inherit it after Yao Yu's death, and become his disciple as well. Later, Yao Yu bound him tightly with talismans, his hands raised high and tied to the bed. Standing beside the bed, Yao Yu's lips curved in a smile, his eyes glistening. "What do you call me?" The young man lowered his lashes, but called him by name instead. "What, you won't admit it to my face?" He bent down and pinched Fu Linshu's cheek. "Let me hear you say it." The handsome young man's face flushed red. His chest heaved, and it wasn't long before he gave in, murmuring: "Master." Fu Linshu once thought he would die in the capital. His life was barely more than a decade long, and the path to immortality was another world, impossibly far away. Then a man with fluttering robes led him to a paradise he'd never seen before. At first, Fu Linshu had been uneasy. But the man cultivated the Heartless Way, and his smile was always gentle and composed. Beneath the azure heavens, he was still full of worldly dust. Fu Linshu began to feel glad that Yao Yu hadn't taken him as a disciple. But after Yao Yu died, he still became his disciple. A thousand years later, at the immortal sects' grand tournament, Fu Linshu sat in a seat of honor and saw a man in red, his bowstring singing. At a single glance, he knew it was him. 1. Older gong, Yao is the gong and Fu is the shou. The gong is reborn. 2. The shou was taken away by the gong as a boy. The gong didn't take him as a disciple, but they interacted much like master and disciple. After the gong's death, the shou began calling himself the gong's disciple. Theme: After enduring wind and snow, you return still young.