What If My Senior Brother Loved Me

When I was eight, famine swept the land, and people resorted to selling their children and eating human flesh.

So when I was traded to someone else, I didn't resent it. This life and this body weren't heaven's gift to me. They could be repaid to others.

But I didn't die. Instead, a secluded sect took me in as a disciple, because my master predicted that the sect would face utter destruction in ten years and needed a person without feelings or desires to protect it.

That person was me.

My master said I had no feelings or desires, that I neither loved nor hated. But I think my master was wrong.

I have feelings for my senior brother.

Reborn, one-on-one romance: a gentle, motherly man before his rebirth, now a dark and brooding senior brother, paired with a clever, rational, and restrained female chief disciple.

A lighthearted story, updated occasionally.

Since updates are extremely irregular, this story is free. That's right, it's free! Writing free stories is my destiny TvT. I'll still write it, just now and then, and it won't be very long, probably around ten thousand words.

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