After Dying Before My White Moonlight Senior Brother

Yun Yan x Pei Qingyi

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Yun Yan's last glimpse of the mortal world was still fixed on Pei Qingyi.

Her senior brother, whom she had carefully loved for ten years. The one who had severed the Cloud-Binding Rope with his own hands to protect someone else, ending her life.

Yun Yan laughed and cried at once.

Could even someone as cold and self-serving as her senior brother sacrifice everything for another person?

In those few seconds when her shattered soul hurt so much that she would rather be dead, a scene from many years ago appeared before her eyes:

Her young senior brother, with his round little face and earnest expression, had swung his sword and shielded her, battered and bruised, behind him. Even when a demon beast as big as a mountain had beaten him until he coughed blood and broke bones, he never once retreated.

That determined, youthful face overlapped with the face he wore when he looked at Junior Sister Xu at the end, frowning with worry.

With the last of her strength, Yun Yan tore off a piece of her hem and wrote in blood:

[No hate.]

To die by your hand.

I don't hate you.

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Pei Qingyi never regretted anything.

At eight, he stubbornly faced a demon beast above his level alone, breaking every bone in his body.

At ten, he cultivated the Heartless Path, drew out every last thread of emotion, and sealed off his senses, spending his days drenched in blood.

At sixteen, he traveled alone with his sword across the demon realms, teetering on the brink of death time and again.

But the day an utterly ordinary junior sister died before his eyes, he heard someone beside him cry out, "Senior Brother, why are you crying?"

He only sneered at the scrap of clothing bearing the words [No hate]. His sword energy shredded it to pieces, and he walked straight toward the frigid mountain to practice his swordsmanship.

He did not regret it.

But why... why did he always hear a soft, weeping woman's voice whenever he swung his sword?

"Senior Brother, I don't hate you."

That voice appeared beside him once, a hundred times, a thousand, ten thousand, tens of millions of times.

No hate gradually turned into hate.

No hate?

Pei Qingyi murmured to himself, dropping the sword in his hand. "You should hate me."

Reader's Guide:

1. This is an angst-filled romance, but the leads are devoted to each other. Read with caution if that's not your thing.

2. Both leads are sexually inexperienced.

3. Blurb archived on November 8, 2025.

Theme: Love and hate intertwined