After Picking Up My Dying, Brooding Childhood Friend

The ongoing novel, After Picking Up a Young Long Aotian: a tsundere, adorable heroine vs. a devoted, jealous schemer of a hero. The blurb is at the very bottom. Please add it to your collection ^v^

Blurb:

The heroine, Yan Song'an, is full of clever ideas and has a knack for business × the hero, Xiao Huai, who seems obedient and sweet but is dark-hearted underneath, and utterly devoted to her.

Yan Song'an transmigrated into a book, one about a crown prince who was deposed.

The story was about the crown prince, the hero, fighting his elder brother to the death over his younger brother's demise. In the end, he was stripped of his title and put under house arrest. The unfavored heroine took her sister's place and married him. They supported each other and eventually rose to power.

After finishing the book, Yan Song'an fell into deep thought. The hero's younger brother had died early in the story, so who was the pitiful young man she grew up with, the one covered in scars and carrying a tragic past?

The System had finally arrived after fixing a bug, but when it saw that the story had become completely unrecognizable, it felt the sky had fallen.

The hero, who was supposed to be deposed and fight his elder brother to the death, was only growing more powerful, and was also getting closer to the father he had been at odds with.

The heroine, who was supposed to take her sister's place and marry the hero, was preparing to discuss a marriage with someone else. She had no connection to the hero at all.

The villain, who was supposed to control the entire story, was gone before the plot had even begun. He had acquired peerless martial arts from his biological father, but passed them on to the hero's younger brother, who was supposed to have died young.

The System wailed, “Wasn't the hero's younger brother supposed to be dead already? Why is he still here? What on earth happened? Aaaaaah!”

Yan Song'an heard the System's complaints and rubbed her nose. “Well, this goes back a long, long time. There was a little beggar who was falsely accused of stealing and nearly beaten to death. Then there was a beautiful, kind-hearted girl...”

Yan Song'an had never regretted snatching the life of her childhood friend back from Heaven.

Her childhood friend was patient and gentle, obedient and sensible. He had endured countless hardships from a young age, yet always kept his innocent, kind heart and stood up for others. Just because she had once saved his life, he did everything he could to be good to her. A person like him deserved to live well in this world.

Those who had seen her childhood friend's true face heard Yan Song'an describe this demon and fell silent...

“Patient and gentle.”

“Innocent and kind.”

“Obedient and sensible.”

“Always stands up for others.”

It was a joke straight from hell. This devil never forgot a slight. One second he was smiling at you, and the next he was cutting off your head. Patient and gentle? You'd be dead before you could beg for mercy. Always stands up for others? You were lucky if he didn't applaud while you died in front of him.

Then one day, Yan Song'an was brought to the scene of her childhood friend's killing. His face was spattered with bright red blood, coldness surrounded him, and killing intent poured from his eyes.

Her childhood friend, bristling with murderous fury, suddenly turned and met Yan Song'an's eyes. When he saw her take a step back, his expression changed at once, and he stood there at a loss.

The next moment, Yan Song'an stepped forward and took out a handkerchief, gently wiping the blood from his face. She muttered, “A Sheng, where are my candied hawthorns?”

He tossed the bloodstained sword in his hand to the ground and buried his face against her shoulder. His breath was warm, making her heart flutter. He whispered, “I bought them.”

This novel has a happy ending, and both leads are each other's one and only.

Please add my upcoming novel to your collection:

After Gui died, she transmigrated into a cultivation world and picked up a down-and-out young boy right from the start.

The boy had lost his family and was in a wretched state, covered in wounds from being beaten by demonic beasts. Even so, he stubbornly followed Gui around, calling her “Big Sister.”

Over time, Gui accepted the boy's presence.

The down-and-out boy was actually a Long Aotian, destined to fight monsters, level up, and keep stumbling upon opportunities. Gui knew nothing about this. She kicked the old man inside a ring away, wondered if she should roast the ancient divine beast's egg, and used peerless cultivation techniques to start a fire...

The young boy smiled at her. “What else would Big Sister like?”

Years later, a white-haired old man appeared. “Ten years from now, the Child of Destiny will suddenly descend upon the Ghost Realm and destroy the entire domain with a single sword strike.”

Gui had read enough transmigration novels to understand. This Child of Destiny had to be some novel's Long Aotian. The old man wanted her to win him over, change his heart, and make him fall in love with her.

The old man shook his head. “Wrong! I want you to kill him.”

Not long after, Gui buried the Child of Destiny's body in the forest. She held a divine artifact in her left hand and a secret-realm treasure in her right, while an ancient divine beast followed behind her.

She muttered, “Why do all of this Long Aotian's opportunities seem to have legs and run straight to me?”

Unbeknownst to her, a red-clad youth in the shadows tossed treasures onto the road Gui would take, murmuring, “Big Sister likes this. I'll give it all to her...”

He was the very same down-and-out boy Gui had picked up years ago.

One day, Gui watched the boy secretly burying treasures and fell into thought...

She might have killed the wrong person.

The boy had no idea he had been found out. He looked at Gui with a smile in his eyes. “Big Sister found another treasure.”

*

Xie Zhaoxun, the junior disciple of Lingxiao Sect, was a good-for-nothing who never applied himself. No one knew what kind of incredible luck had earned him the sect leader's favor and a place as his disciple.

Anyone who spoke of him envied his senior brother, who had been born with a sword bone.

The protagonist of this story wore dazzling red and laughed with careless insolence, completely unconcerned by the contemptuous looks of others.

Xie Zhaoxun had known since childhood that he was blessed with extraordinary luck. Wherever he went, opportunities followed. But he hated it deeply.

Those opportunities had caused his parents' deaths and made the older sister who had protected him vanish, body and soul.

He had thought he would spend his life consumed by hatred, until he saw the older sister he had caused to die years ago.

His sister seemed to like those treasures.

He would give her every finest treasure in the world.

At first, Xie Zhaoxun only wanted to give his sister the finest things in the world. But later, he looked at her with longing in his eyes. “Big Sister, I'm yours too.”

Theme: Cherish the time you have