Wen Weiyu had loved someone since childhood, loved him so much that even after he died, she could still find traces of his presence all around her.
That love lasted until she met someone named Wuming. He was sharp-tongued, stubborn, and never smiled. He was nothing like that person, and yet he attracted her just as deeply.
Wen Weiyu could always find traces of someone else in him.
But that was wrong. No one could ever be a substitute for someone else.
Wen Weiyu tried to suppress her feelings, yet she was instinctively drawn to him and kept moving closer.
“I kept moving closer to him. The deeper I went, the more I loved him. Over time, I uncovered his secret. I wove a net from my tenderness and bound him to my side. When he was frantic and had nowhere to turn but to me, I lifted the mask he had kept buried away.”
Beneath the pale moonlight
Wen Weiyu leaned weakly against a tree and looked at Wuming, who stood before her in a panic. She leaned forward and gently embraced him. “I found you...”
Gentle, scheming sword cultivator VS conflicted, sharp-tongued spirit puppet maker
Theme: Evil will never prevail over good.
