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[Beautiful and ruthless parasitic flower 🌸 X proud, sharp-tongued young master with a shattered Dao heart 🦚]
Orphaned Li Qiuming has been blind since childhood, yet her ambitions reach for the heavens.
In the bitter winter when she was eighteen, she went up the mountain with her grandmother to pray for blessings, only to be trapped by someone's scheme. She was forced to share a cell with a cultivator who had a way with words, and not a kind one.
He smelled of crisp mountain streams and green pines, and that scent set her heart aflame.
She was the one asking for his help, yet pride kept her from bowing her head.
He said, “I’m about to die. You can bury me.”
Li Qiuming agreed to this absurd bargain, never expecting that when life and death hung in the balance, Wen Yu would take an arrow for her.
As if possessed, she was captivated by that enchanting scent. She did everything in her power to keep Wen Yu alive, then took him home.
Afterward, Wen Yu followed Li Qiuming around day after day, waving his folding fan as he watched her spar with her bloodsucking relatives and gradually wrest power from their hands.
At first, he didn't even care when people accused him of being the lover who had eloped with Li Qiuming.
Li Qiuming knew that Wen Yu's Dao heart was shattered, and he was afflicted with a Gu poison. Sooner or later, he would die.
Unfortunately, she fell in love with him.
When Wen Yu learned how she felt, he avoided her like the plague, reverting to the same cold, distant person he had been at the beginning.
Li Qiuming didn't understand, but she didn't cry.
She made up an excuse to tie him up, planted a Bonding Gu, and forced out the answer she wanted.
Wen Yu didn't want to marry her? Then she'd arrange the wedding herself.
On their wedding night, the scent of green pines filled the room. Only then did Wen Yu realize that she alone could smell that soul-stirring fragrance.
There was no breeze. The bells from Li Qiuming's wrist hung from his waist, chiming nonstop amid the heady scent.
Later, during the great war, Wen Yu sacrificed himself to save the world. Dying in Li Qiuming's arms, he sighed with regret. “A Ning, don't hate me.”
Li Qiuming wept bitterly, then buried him as they'd agreed. Ten years later, she emerged into the light once more and fought her way into Qiyun Sect with a long sword in hand, finally resolving Wen Yu's lingering regrets.
At last, every one of Wen Yu's regrets had an answer.
Later, the parasitic flower who had once depended on others to survive became Qiyun Sect's notorious madwoman, reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship through sheer ruthlessness.
The sect's usually untouchable senior disciple insisted on pursuing her. He shared Wen Yu's name, so Li Qiuming deliberately kept her distance.
She never expected this heaven-blessed prodigy, the pride of the sect in everyone else's eyes, to be such a shameless pest who wouldn't take no for an answer.
Li Qiuming pressed her lips together and held her sword to his throat. Coldly, she said, “My late husband has only been gone a few years, Senior Brother. Please show some respect!”
Wen Yu had taken his joke too far. His lashes trembled, his throat tightened, and he couldn't help envying his past self from ten years ago, who had been able to become Li Qiuming's husband in name and in truth.
He was willing to atone for his sins. He only asked Li Qiuming to soften her heart a little and give him a place by her side.
[Reading Guide]
In the author's view, “parasitic flower” is not a derogatory term. It represents the heroine, no matter what situation she finds herself in...
Theme: Enjoy the world without restraint.
That's it for now [question mark] Don't regret it, Xiaozheng
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