After He Xian transmigrates into a book, she rescues a ragged young boy.
To send him to school to learn to read and study the immortal sect's arts, she refuses the demon clan's invitation to take the throne, turns into a carefree slacker, and starts enjoying a quiet retirement in the immortal sect ahead of schedule.
Countless heavenly treasures are poured into him. Under her care, the boy grows up strong and upright, and one day claims the top spot among the immortal sects, becoming the envy of everyone.
Later, her identity as a demon is exposed, and she is trapped in the Sword Mound.
The boy betrays his sect and travels a thousand miles to reach her.
Wielding his sword, he protects her as they break through countless enemies. His blood-splattered figure blurs her vision.
She turns to him and smiles, her eyes curving into crescents.
With one swift stroke, she cuts him down, and blood pours from his heart.
The System's prompt rings out abruptly:
The mission to assassinate the leader of the immortal sects is complete!
Have a pleasant journey home!
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Mu Liangchao realizes that the woman he loves has had a lot on her mind lately.
She often stares into space, and whenever she looks at him, she quickly averts her eyes.
His sect says she is a demon with ulterior motives toward him.
He touches his chest, secretly relieved that he is still useful to her, and that she is willing to stay because of it.
Later, he betrays his sect.
Amid flashing blades and a storm of insults, he gently shields her eyes, believing that all the wonders of heaven and earth pale beside the flutter of her lashes.
He keeps her behind him, refusing to let even a speck of dust soil her white clothes.
Until a sword pierces his back and reaches his heart.
Suppressing his pain, he staggers around, only to see her smiling, her eyes curved into crescents as she gently strokes his face with both hands.
"Thank you. I'm going home. We won't meet again."
He suddenly realizes:
He has been abandoned.
She no longer needs him.
The knees that have fallen to the ground ache faintly.
His trembling hand reaches out, but can no longer catch even a scrap of her clothes.
After a long while, he lowers his eyes and gives a soft scoff.
Later still, the Three Realms fall into turmoil and war rages everywhere.
He sits in the seat of honor, idly playing with the jade beads hanging from the curtain.
Sister, a home without him
How could that possibly be called home?
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