[A gifted cultivator willing to change her face for love and serve as a stand-in x a cold childhood friend whose obsession drives him to kill her beloved]
The astonishingly brilliant young general died on the battlefield at Beiling.
Someone peeled the skin from his face, leaving only a bloodied skeleton.
That day, yellow sand filled the sky.
From then on, there was no more Gu Fengyu, and no more Wen Qiuhuai.
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Qin Sang Sang was a cultivator who couldn't stand the dull, monotonous life in her clan. Using her childhood friend Wen Qiuhuai to break through the barrier, she ventured into the human world.
Who could have guessed that at the gates of Nandu, she would meet Gu Fengyu, a silver-spear-wielding youth who vaulted down from a wall? It was love at first sight.
They married, and spent half a year in blissful, passionate devotion. But at Mid-Autumn, Qin Sang Sang discovered something strange: at some point, her husband had become someone else.
"Wen Qiuhuai!" Qin Sang Sang's eyes turned red.
"You've got the wrong name, my lady. I'm your beloved Gu Fengyu."
Wearing Gu Fengyu's face, Wen Qiuhuai closed in on her step by step, like a demon descending upon the world.
Qin Sang Sang refused to believe his lies. She tore through the illusion and set off to find Gu Fengyu.
But when she hurried back to Nandu, she learned that the man she loved had gotten married.
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Wen Qiuhuai made two mistakes in his life.
The first was letting Sang Sang's beauty ensnare him when they were young, and helping her leave the clan.
The second was using the knife Sang Sang had given him to peel off Gu Fengyu's skin.
From then on, he was no longer himself.
He had never known love in his life.
Even when he briefly had it, he wore someone else's face. He cursed the heavens for their injustice, cursed Qin Sang Sang for her cruelty, and cursed himself for wanting too much.
So on the day he faded away, he had only one last thing to say.
"Being human is too hard. I'm done."
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| All regret. Why regret? Regret for regret's sake. |
The heroine's surname is Qin, pronounced like the word for "zither."
Theme: A loved one cannot be replaced
