Wen Zhao was an utterly ordinary orphan in the mortal realm. One absurd marriage contract meant to bring good luck to a sick man bundled her off to an immortal sect.
Her groom was none other than Xue Mingye, the sickly young sect master from the rumors, barely breathing and on the verge of death.
On their wedding night, red candles warmed the bridal chamber, while the black coffin was cold.
Wen Zhao peeked at the pale, handsome face in the coffin and was overjoyed:
Oh, this is perfect. This husband looks like he won't last more than a few days.
A wonderful life as a widow was waiting for her!
She promptly went into "devoted wife and mother" mode:
She fussed over him on the surface, but secretly poisoned him, hoping to send him off as soon as possible.
In private,
Her husband's top-grade pills? Hand them over!
Her husband's powerful connections? All hers!
But after waiting and waiting until her eyes nearly turned green, her husband, who supposedly didn't have long to live, not only failed to die but grew livelier by the day.
And the way he looked at her became increasingly strange.
Xue Mingye held her hand with deep affection, his voice so sincere it could melt your heart. "Zhaozhao, you care for me so deeply. I must do my best to live to the age of 999 for you."
Wen Zhao: "?"
Both are each other's first and only, happy ending, romance after marriage, silly and sweet story.
The first three chapters are still being revised, so they're temporarily locked. I'll open them when I have time.
Theme: Strive tirelessly to grow stronger
