Original title: Before the Morning Star Falls: Orange Light on Silver-Haired Ashen Flames
[Heads-up: Original female leads, Western Fantasy academy, battle-focused plot, tsundere who fiercely protects her own, both angst and sweetness, no protagonist torture]
The attack division of the Starvault Command had two unwritten rules:
First, don't mess with the silver-haired Ling Yueyue. Her sword blazed with blue fire, her face was cold as Northern frost, and at seven years old she had already pinned an older student's tormentor to the training-ground wall.
Second, never touch the little orange-haired bundle by her side.
No one would have guessed that the cold-faced little killer, who never blinked on the battlefield, would sneakily pinch Little Orange's cheeks as soon as she got back to the dorm. She called her a “deadweight” every day, yet always saved the sweetest milk pastry for breakfast. Whenever someone picked on her, she was the first to step in front. Even if Little Orange kicked off her blankets in the night, she would get up groggily to tuck them around her.
But no one knew why her Little Orange took on her pain.
Every time she was injured, the wound appeared on the orange-haired girl's body first. That small, thin figure bore it for her again and again, until one day, the wound on her chest no longer healed first.
Only then did Ling Yueyue understand: the greatest pain in this world wasn't how many wounds her enemies left on her, but watching the person behind her, who never even cried out, sink lower day by day in her place.
No one knew how many embers and ruins she had crossed before she caught this warm, glowing orange light at the academy. The world might collapse again, and the Demon God might return.
But she had never let go of the hand she held tight.
Little Orange, stay full of orange energy tomorrow, too.
