The Cherished Little Princess Consorts Her Master

A mischievous little sprite versus a cool, aloof immortal who upholds the righteous way of the world. The immortal's walnut turned into a charming young woman. She smiled sweetly, and every glance and grin brimmed with an unworldly liveliness, pure as the bright moon. Later, the dazzling girl was covered in wounds, and the admiration in her watery eyes had turned to cold indifference. “Qianqian...” The man called softly, his eyes filled with infatuation. “What do you mean by that, Immortal? There is nothing between us anymore. Don't give people the wrong idea.” The woman stood with her back to him, the corners of her eyes red. Her little face was stubborn, and her fair hands were covered in wounds. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her gaze was clear and resolute. “Please leave, Immortal.”