Ji Yu transmigrated into the body of a beautiful, sickly young man who had been frail since childhood, with pale skin, handsome features, and an illness-worn appearance in simple white robes.
His master doted on him, and the sect leader indulged him. All the good things were sent his way, even the new junior disciple's resources, opportunities, and even the blood from his heart.
At first, these things really did improve his health. But he wasn't the kind of person who would save himself at the cost of someone else's life.
When he learned that the medicine keeping him alive was made from his junior brother's heart's blood, his eyes reddened, and he hurried to return everything.
But the people around him seemed bewitched.
No matter how often Ji Yu refused, or even flew into a rage, they kept sending him more and more things.
With no other choice, Ji Yu pretended to comply. He accepted the gifts to their faces, then secretly had someone return them to his junior brother.
His heart was full of guilt, and he did his best to make amends.
Later, when his junior brother fled the sect, Ji Yu even gave him his own life-bound sword. He clasped the younger man's hand tightly. “I was the one who wronged you. Take all of this. You must cultivate well, so no one will ever dare look down on you again.”
His junior brother, fallen into demonic cultivation with blood-red eyes, looked at him, his thoughts unreadable.
Years later, the disciple who had fled became a Demon Lord who ruled over vast lands.
Everyone waited to see what would become of Ji Yu.
After all, back then he had withheld the Demon Lord's resources, taken his heart's blood, and even beaten him. Surely now the Demon Lord would tear him limb from limb.
Good. They had long been sick of his arrogant, aloof attitude.
But they didn't know that after the Demon Lord abducted Ji Yu, he didn't torture him at all. Instead, he carefully laid him on a jade bed he'd prepared with care and held the pale, luminous ankle that seemed almost to merge with the jade.
“Be good, darling. I know you're not well. Relax. It won't hurt.”
Qin Yi felt that nearly all of his life so far had been disgusting.
He was filled with hatred and swore to take revenge on everyone.
Then Ji Yu appeared.
Qin Yi didn't know what the other man was thinking. He had simply never met anyone like Ji Yu before.
Innocent, kind, beautiful, pampered, and entirely unfamiliar with the world's cruelty.
He casually lied that he was injured and needed Ji Yu's soul to heal. Ji Yu actually believed him, holding Qin Yi's consciousness in his arms and soothing him every day.
How could someone like this exist in the world? Qin Yi wondered.
He still wanted to become stronger. This time, though, he had one more goal:
He wanted Ji Yu.
Sickly, beautiful, tragic saintly bottom x top who should have been a true villain but is turned around.
Both are each other's first love, no exes.
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