In the twentieth year of the Yuanshuo era, Jiang's father took in an adopted son named Xunyi.
Xunyi was extraordinarily gifted, born with a natural aptitude for the sword. Everyone in the Jiang household praised him to no end. Only Jiang Xuanhe disliked him.
But when Jiang Xuanhe was attacked by a demon, Xunyi stood in front of her and cut it down with his sword.
Jiang Xuanhe looked at the demon's slash across Xunyi's right arm. "The demon couldn't have killed me. You didn't need to take that blow for me."
"I know. But if I hadn't stood in front of you, wouldn't you have been hurt?" Xunyi smiled.
"Besides, I'm your brother," he said. "It's only natural for me to treat you well."
Jiang Xuanhe lowered her eyes, not noticing the brief flash of desolation on Xunyi's face.
He gazed at her profile.
You were the one who was kind to me first, but you forgot.
Then the demon realm launched a surprise attack on Lu City, and the Jiang family was struck by disaster. Xunyi became Jiang Xuanhe's long-dead white moonlight.
Alone, Jiang Xuanhe vowed to make those who massacred the city pay in blood.
She rose step by step, becoming the youngest person ever to enter Lingyun Pavilion, and challenged the Seven Luminaries Sect of the demon realm with her sword.
Lin Yuzhuo stood beside her amid the blood. The hems of their clothes were stained the same color. He said, "Whatever you choose, I'll be there with you."
What Lin Yuzhuo didn't know was that he had already begun to fall for Jiang Xuanhe the first time he saw her.
He couldn't help wanting a little more of her attention. "Would you like to hear the piece I've been practicing?"
"Didn't you used to love listening to me play the qin?"
Just as Lin Yuzhuo thought he might finally pluck the moon in his heart, Xunyi returned.
Reading tips:
The fictional world is partly combined with the real world. A cultivation novel with many author-created elements.
None of the main characters are perfect.
A touch of ensemble cast; the plot and romance are both partly developed.
Theme: Love can overcome all obstacles.
