As the White Moonlight Killed by Nezha

[There are lots of upcoming books on my homepage, including one about the same leads: "After Nezha the God of Slaughter Snatches a Bride in Broad Daylight"] Yu Ying had faked her death and disappeared for fourteen years. The Third Prince stormed the Sacred Mountain to save her, defying his destined path and receiving heavenly punishment for it. She did not leave with him. She told him to go back and accept his fate, and he did. After the Investiture of the Gods ended in Heaven, her unusual identity drew her into a conspiracy involving both the Celestial Court and the Sacred Mountain. Nezha didn't care, and would rather get embroiled in the mess than leave her unprotected. He even disguised himself as a woman just to stay by her side. That year, apricot blossoms fell in a light drizzle. The jade-faced god of slaughter wore ill-fitting clothes, his lips deliberately painted red. Smiling, he told her his name was Jihui. She asked why he'd chosen that name. He said, "Your name has Ying in it. I added Hui, so you can answer the common people, and I can answer you." At that moment, she could hear nothing but the thump, thump, thump of her own heart. She said she was tired of Heaven. He said, "All right. I'll take you away." In the hundredth year of the Heavenly Calendar, Li Jing suppressed him once more, and Yu Ying shattered the pagoda. "You may not love him, but I do." They stole a brief respite in the mortal realm. The Journey West began, and a few rebellious troublemakers overturned Heaven together and rebuilt its order. The young man held her hand and promised they would walk together forever. In the first year of the Heavenly Calendar, the Marshal of the Central Altar gave her a cold wedding, never again looking at her with love. In the 1,752nd year of the Heavenly Calendar, the Lord of Seven Sorrows descended to undergo a tribulation, and the Marshal of the Central Altar forgot her completely. She bid him farewell in his dream, her figure drifting away in swirling flakes like snow. After more than ten years in the mortal realm, she found herself there and met a weepy Nezha dressed in white, and a volatile Nezha who was his inner demon. After twenty years in the mortal realm, she opened a tavern called Homeward Bound. But where was home, where should she go, and when would an old friend return? The widower Nezha in white said, "You'll die at Nezha's hands." She smiled and didn't believe him. But this widower had come from the future. She asked why he was such a crybaby, and he said, "Someone wants me to spend my whole life crying for her." She smiled. The Nezha in this world never cried. At least, she had never seen him do it. In her twenty-fifth year in the mortal realm, Yu Ying learned that Nezha had come looking for her. They had kept missing each other: he was trapped in a rift in time and space, and by the time she found out, ten years had passed in Heaven... Nezha destroyed her shrine and curled up alone in endless darkness. In the void, a woman came toward him, holding a lantern. She was as ethereal as a mountain spirit, as strikingly beautiful as a snow enchantress. This was his wife, his junior fellow disciple, the person he held dear. She said, "Let's end this, Nezha. Let's stop tormenting each other." The young god went mad and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Yu Ying looked at him, but all she could recall was his eyes, so cold and utterly devoid of love. He had pieced himself back together just to keep loving her, but had lost even himself. * A beautiful beginning and a bitter end seemed to be the best outcome for them. But, in a twist of fate, the rules set by the Matchmaker forced them to join spirits. The jade-faced god of slaughter smiled. "Yu Ying, if we don't do it, we'll both die." "Nezha, you really are sick! Who wants to die with you?!" "If we don't do it, we'll both die. How wonderful." "If we don't..." "I'll do it!" Yu Ying cut him off in a panic, the words of surrender nearly bursting from her lips. But Nezha interrupted her even faster. "No. It'd be better if we died together." "Why?!" "I don't want you to leave me, and I don't want to hear the things you say that make me sad. You say you don't want me anymore. You say I'm in your past. You say drinking tea after it's gone cold will hurt your insides..." With every word, his arms tightened around her waist, squeezing until she could hardly breathe. "Those words are like knives, so let's die together. Then I won't hear them, and we won't have to part." Physical intimacy didn't help. The Realm of Nothingness seemed to be a place you could only leave if you were in love. But she had just broken up with him! And Nezha didn't even love her! A doting, affectionate lotus-flower senior brother who guides his lover x an avoidant but devoted cherry-blossom junior sister who always comes back to him and cherishes him Rekindled romance | Love and hate both come with the deed | Looks like forced love, but it's actually pure love. It's just a couple's little game. Reading Guide Disclaimer: I'm wordy and not a good writer. This is an indulgence piece. Nezha is sensitive and a little childish, and loves to be affectionate. Though he's the senior, he has a younger-man vibe. He may not be quite like other Nezhas. The story draws on many versions, but has an entirely new world and characters. The world, setting, and character designs are all my own inventions. I don't mean to disparage any faction, and no one will die unless their sacrifice is necessary. Content warning: The only thing to note is that this is my first long-form novel, so I may not handle the pacing well. My writing is poor and messy. I don't think there are any major warnings; it's a pretty healthy romance. Things like being your own love rival will be in the extras. Please note: Don't associate this with real people! Don't use real-life appearances as a reference! Theme: May you find happiness.