On the day Li Zhiyu was to be married, the groom ran away!
Word was that the wedding sedan was almost at the manor gates when a sudden gale sent the groom, Su Wuxiang, tumbling from his horse.
When he came to again, surrounded by people, he removed the red veil, mounted his horse, and galloped off to cultivate the Heartless Dao at the greatest sect under Heaven.
"Please tell Li Zhiyu that I have wronged him."
Afterward, Li Zhiyu was the butt of his friends' jokes for a whole month.
Furious, he packed his things in the middle of the night and chased after him, carrying the family sword known as the Husband-Slaying Sword.
But to enter the sect, he first had to undergo an aptitude test and pass a series of trials.
After enduring countless hardships and exhausting every means, he finally became a new disciple of the sect and saw his former fiance again.
The man had exceptional talent and had already risen to a high position.
As fate would have it, the man was the direct master of the branch Li Zhiyu had joined.
Li Zhiyu: This is so damn frustrating!
So, at the disciple-acceptance ceremony, he pressed the Husband-Slaying Sword to the man's neck and threatened him viciously: "If you can't give me a reason for breaking off our engagement today, I'll spill your blood right here!"
Su Wuxiang fell in love with Li Zhiyu at first sight.
As a child, he was orphaned and raised by Li Zhiyu's father. The two boys were betrothed when they were young.
Li Zhiyu was a boy raised in the lap of luxury.
It was Su Wuxiang's good fortune to marry him.
Ever since their betrothal, he had looked forward to their wedding day every single moment.
But half a month after their engagement, the enemies who had wiped out his family discovered he was still alive and came to finish the job.
He happened to be away that day. When he returned, the person who had once shared his bed had been tortured, reduced to ashes, and left in a pool of blood that stained the winter clothes they had sewn together.
After that, all he could think about was revenge.
He cultivated bitterly for fifty years, consumed by regret and guilt, and finally avenged his family in his twilight years.
The day after taking his revenge, he took his own life before Li Zhiyu's grave.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back fifty years in the past, mounted on a fine horse and on his way to marry the young man.
This time, he ran away from the wedding.
When they met again, the young man, eyes blazing with anger, drove him into a corner with his sword.
But Su Wuxiang only gazed at him, eyes filled with tenderness, and laughed.
"I'm glad you're alive."
(A ton of personal headcanons!!!)
(Blurb written on 2024.8.10)
Theme: Someone will always overcome every hardship to love you
"Marriage and leave will have nothing to do with each other in the future." "Catch a big bug for the author~ It should be marriage."
"Fake" is a big bug for the author~ marry
Damn, the cover is too ugly. I feel uncomfortable opening it in the middle of the night. I recommend changing it to another one [covering face and crying]