The Delicate Flower Demon Is Too Naive, and the Abstinent Tycoon Kisses Her Every Day

[A frail, taciturn Saintess Flower Demon vs. an ascetic genius sword cultivator and future sect leader] To avoid the Law Enforcement Bureau, Yu Zhuoyin runs to a ruined temple, where she meets Li Daoyi, who has been plotting for a long time to descend the mountain. As things unfold, she increasingly senses that something is wrong. Everything changes when they meet, and Yu Zhuoyin is stunned to discover that the soul of the Flower God resides within her. The reason he treated her so well was that, in his previous life, Lin Jialiang had schemed against him, leaving his body broken and battered in the midst of a raging snowstorm. Her body was wreathed in an ambiguous aura. She took off the cloak a nobleman had given her and covered him with it, shielding him from the snowstorm. Its warmth slowly brought his senses back. “You’re just as pitiful as I am.” “I’m glad you’ve been freed, while I haven’t. I wish so, so much that I could leave this world.” She took the longevity lock from her neck and pressed it into his hands. A moment later, her weak voice drifted down from above: “You’re quite handsome. Find me in your next life and let me be your wife, okay?” “I don’t like him.” As he lay dying, he answered in his heart: “All right.” As he spoke, he touched the copper ring around her ankle, then quickly moved his hand away and fixed his gaze on the gold bangle around her wrist. He had put it on her himself, all to keep her alive. For the first time, this chief disciple had lost hope. For the first time, he wanted to keep someone trapped by his side. All because of what she had said in her previous life: “Let me be your wife. I don’t like him.”