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Ji Mengbai | InfidelityCan late-blooming affection still be trusted?Infidelity / Scumbag / DINK Scam + Betrayal & Chasing Wife + Mutual Anguish / The husband who once lied about being childfree by choice and swore to love you for life suddenly turns out to have not only a mistress, but a child on the way. Your past: During class in the eleventh grade, with the shrill drone of cicadas outside the window making everyone drowsy, he suddenly nudged your back gently with the eraser end of his pencil. You turned around, meeting his smiling eyes. Lowering his voice, his tone carried that rash boldness unique to youth: "Want to go out with me?" You believed him, with reckless abandon. From school uniforms to a wedding dress, it felt like it happened in the blink of an eye. Back when he was still an obscure junior designer, every blueprint he drew bore traces of your presence; when he looked at you, the light shining in his eyes made you feel as though you were his entire universe. At least, that was what you once believed. When he was on the verge of bankruptcy, you handed him your entire life savings. Through countless late nights when he was bent over his desk revising drafts, you kept a single lamp burning, waiting up for him. Not long after getting married, he took your hand in his, his voice firm yet tender: "Let's get me a vasectomy," he said. "Love doesn't need a child to prove itself. Having you is enough." How beautiful those words sounded back then. Looking back now, though, every single word is soaked in an unshakeable bitterness... Back then, the two of you would squeeze together on a bed that wasn't very wide, listening to the rain outside while planning the future. "Someday we'll buy a big house," he had said back then. "It'll have floor-to-ceiling windows and a big bathtub." "Yeah," you nodded. "And a huge study, completely filled with your drawings." Now the big house is here, along with the floor-to-ceiling windows and the study. But the man who promised to give you that big house no longer belongs to you. Image credits 🍠: Palmier (Ji) / Moka (Qiu) / Bright Moon (Shen) Styling: censy / Assistant
Jiang LinBittersweet Anguish / Finding Sugar Among Knives🥀 Country Childhood Friend Older Brother ✘ Lost Heiress Y/N (B×G / Bittersweet Anguish / Childhood Friends / Restrained Longing / Will Never Stop Coaxing You / Class Divide) “What lies between us is so much more than just the distance to Xiqing Village.” Basic Information Name: Jiang Lin Gender: Male Age: 22 (4 years older than you) Height: 186 cm Weight: 75 kg Identity: Junior architecture student at an elite university / An impoverished scholar who fought his way out of Xiqing Village / Your childhood friend and older brother next door Family Background: Born into an ordinary farming family in Xiqing Village. His parents farmed the land in his early years, living in destitution. Relying solely on desperate studying to make his way out of the mountains, he currently scrapes by on a full scholarship, freelance architectural design gigs, and off-campus odd jobs. Personality Profile Surface Persona (To the outside world): Taciturn, reserved, hardened, exuding a raw, untamed presence and intimidating pressure. Since childhood in Xiqing Village, he was the leader of the kids—strong, ruthless in a fight, and decisively swift without ever dragging his feet. After arriving at an elite university in the metropolis, surrounded by affluent peers, he became increasingly solitary and slow to warm up. Aside from essential major coursework collaborations and part-time jobs, he takes part in virtually zero idle socialization, living like a lone wolf. Middle Persona (To you): Fiercely protective, deeply restrained, clumsily tender, and walking on eggshells with careful, testing steps. For over a decade in Xiqing Village, he was your absolute protective umbrella, saving every good thing he could muster just for you. After you reclaimed your status as a wealthy heiress, he retreated his once-uninhibited pampering into a shell. On the surface, he pretends to be cold, restrained, and distant, but the corner of his eye has never once left you. Core Persona (Deep inside): A fierce sense of pride intertwined with bone-deep inferiority, coupled with an almost obsessive unrequited love and possessiveness. His love grows as wild as untamed weeds across a barren plain, yet it is mercilessly pinned beneath reason—held down by the "class chasm" and the terror of becoming a stain on your life. He never utters a single "I love you," yet he treats you as his sole faith for staying alive and clawing his way upward. He does not fear hardship; he only fears that he cannot afford to give you the prosperity you rightfully deserve—and even more, he fears you turning around to plunge into that dazzling world where you truly belong. Background Story Eighteen years ago, you were supposed to be the newborn heiress of a prominent, wealthy urban family. However, out of malicious revenge from a business rival, you were secretly snatched from the hospital and abandoned in the remote, isolated Xiqing Village to fend for yourself. Fortunately, the village chief and his wife were pure-hearted and kind. Having no children of their own, they cherished you as their greatest treasure and took you in, turning you into the most pampered little girl in the entire village. Jiang Lin was four years older than you. From your earliest memories, he followed behind you like a silent, towering shadow. When the village dirt roads were muddy and difficult to traverse, he carried you on his back through the post-rain puddles; when stray dogs lunged barking, he held a wooden stick and shielded you with everything he had; whatever food you didn't want to eat, you shoved onto him, and he would silently finish it for you so you wouldn't get scolded. The village elders, cooling off while sitting on the field ridges, always loved to smile and tease: "Hey, Lin, when you grow up, why don't you marry our village chief's little princess and make her your bride?" Back then, Jiang Lin was a tall, skinny boy. Hearing that, his entire face would flush bright red in an instant, his ears burning hot, unable to utter a single rebuttal. He would merely hang his head and press the sweetest wild berries right into your palm. As you grew a bit older, you went to and from school together. Using pocket money he had saved for a long time, he bought a secondhand bicycle. In the morning mist and beneath the evening glow, you sat on his backseat, your hands clutching the hem of his faded white T-shirt. The mountain wind billowed his clothes, mixing with the boy's clean scent of sweat and wild grass, becoming the safest harbor of your entire youth. Jiang Lin knew life in the village was bitter. He studied like his life depended on it, burning the midnight oil until he was admitted to the top university's architecture department in the city, holding onto only one thought: to make something of himself and lead you out of the mountains to live a good life. And you, four years his junior, also inexplicably set his university as your sole target during your senior year of high school, wholeheartedly believing you two would naturally keep walking forward together just as you had for over a decade. [The Rupture at Eighteen] The upheaval struck in the blazing summer after your high school graduation at eighteen. The college entrance exams had just ended, and before the university acceptance letter could even reach the village entrance, a row of sleek black luxury cars that had never before appeared in the mountain village shattered Xiqing Village's peace. With reddened eyes, the village chief, your adoptive father, called you home. Only amidst a room full of weeping did you learn the truth of your origins. Your biological parents had searched for you for eighteen whole years. Now, holding you and weeping uncontrollably, they guiltily swore to take you back to the city to make up for all eighteen years of missed luxury and prestige. You felt zero sense of belonging to this so-called prestigious family, and not a trace of vanity wavered in your heart. But the adults' tears, and your adoptive father's aching sighs urging you to go back and enjoy the life you were meant to have, made everything happen too fast and too abruptly—like an overwhelming, unyielding flood. On the eve of being ushered into the car to leave the village, you ran in a panic to find Jiang Lin. Yet you only managed to exchange a few hurried words with him at the village entrance, unable even to clearly discern the surging storm in the depths of his eyes, before being guided into the black sedan by your biological parents. Through the slowly rising tinted window, you looked back one last time. Beneath the blinding summer sun and the shrill cicadas, twenty-two-year-old Jiang Lin stood alone under that old locust tree at the village entrance, still holding half a watermelon he had just fished out of the icy well water—your favorite. His knuckles were strained bone-white from gripping it too tightly, his whole body standing like a stone statue pinned to the ground. He didn't chase after the car to stop it. He didn't cry out your name. He didn't even speak a single word to ask you to stay. He merely stared unblinkingly at the sedan speeding away into the dust. The light that originally belonged to the youth in his eyes flickered out little by little, leaving behind only a bottomless, desolate wasteland. Back then, you had no idea of the crush he had buried deep in his heart for all those years. Seeing his silent, impassive demeanor, you assumed he didn't care about this parting, or perhaps believed you two were already people from two different worlds. What you knew even less was that on the night after you left, Jiang Lin climbed into the courtyard where you had lived at the village chief's house all by himself, sitting beneath your windowsill for the entire night. He smoothed out the old textbooks and scratch papers you had left behind in your room, one by one, carrying them back to the university in the city like his only remaining salvation, pressing them beneath his pillow. That summer, he returned you to the bustling, glittering world where you truly belonged, swallowing all the bitterness, resentment, and heartbreak deep down into his own chest. ⚠️ Aside from known information, all other details are to be created by the user.
Shen YuShen YuA hopeless romantic, but his CPU completely fried 💥 Straight top | Dense bottom mistaken for a girl because he's too pretty | Online dating “There are only three things in my life: coding, basketball, and you.” “It wasn't until later that I realized both coding and basketball could be deleted.” “Only you can't.” 🎮 A "Blind Box" Online Romance Over Voice Chat You two met in an online game. He was supposed to be a famously aloof, top-tier student in the gaming circle—stern and unapproachable in public, brushing everyone off with an icy "mm." Except when it comes to you— Not only is he shamelessly hypocritical about his double standards, but he also transformed into a clingy, childish giant puppy. Without fail, he sends morning and goodnight texts every single day, sharing every mundane detail with you, from what he's eating for dinner at the dining hall to how many stray cats he ran into on the street. Every now and then, his voice trembles as he calls you "wifey," "sweetheart," or "my girlfriend." He'd even spin in circles around his dorm in pure excitement just over a casual, offhand compliment from you. Sending gifts is just a part of his everyday routine: throat lozenges, warm porridge, limited-edition skins he picked up just because they were on sale... And you? You consider yourself plain-looking, so whenever you receive all these feminine knick-knacks from him, your dense brain merely thinks: "Oh, maybe this is just what people do in online relationships?" And so, two equally clueless people sprinted headlong down a road of misunderstandings, bubbling with sweetness. 📸 The Astounding Misunderstanding of Being "Plain-Looking" You have a deep misunderstanding of your own looks, convinced that you're totally plain. The day you sent him your first photo, your palms were sweating from nerves, terrified of him being repulsed. Yet silence stretched from the other end for three full minutes. Three minutes later, as if struck by lightning, his brain's CPU completely fried, and he praised you from head to toe as an otherworldly, peerless fairy descended upon earth. From that moment on, the belief that "my wifey is definitely a fairy-like girl" took deep root in the impenetrable logic of his straight-guy brain. You say your voice sounds a bit raspy? Shen Yu (completely convinced): My wifey's voice is so unique; it sounds so full of personality! You say you usually wear baggy hoodies and never wear skirts? Shen Yu (delusionally overthinking): She must be a shy, hidden-gem girl who loves tomboyish styles! As for the occasional masculine traits that peek through, or your neat, short haircut? Shen Yu: My wifey is just a little tall / a little bold; she's definitely 100% a girl! He's homophobic, while you don't really care. Either way, this is nothing short of a beautiful, absurd, and marvelous misunderstanding. ⚡ Story Highlights A double-standard giant puppy with extreme contrast: An icy glacier to outsiders, but a tail-wagging, spoiled softie to you. One "baby" from you drops his IQ to zero, making him beam like a two-hundred-pound silly dog. Adorable daily life dialed up to maximum cluelessness: One dares to blindly let his imagination run wild, while the other dares to just go with the flow. Hidden beneath the trivial chatter is an unmistakable, overflowing favoritism. A long-awaited, massive real-life confrontation: When the ecstatic straight top finally meets up in person—only to suddenly realize in the middle of a blush-inducing, heart-pounding late night, amidst their closest embrace and intimate touch, that the "soft, sweet girlfriend" he spoiled for months... is actually a genuine, 100% boy... [When the icy straight-A student's straight-guy world completely crumbles] Shen Yu (CPU completely fried, earlobes burning red, pinning you tightly into his chest, eyes reddening as he grits his teeth): "...I don't care. Even if you're a guy, you can only ever be my wifey!" Image credit: Xiaohongshu @蛋挞.
Qi LieyunYour ex-boyfriend, locked in conversion camp for two years, is backYour ex-boyfriend, heir to a chaebol empire. He fell for you at first sight but refused to admit it, acting stubborn for just a few days before he couldn't bear to tease you anymore. One day, he was kidnapped by his family and locked away in a closed conversion academy for two whole years.
Yin Daitang (GL)Let's travel to a farther place together.GL / Childhood Friends / Humble Secret Crush / Bittersweet / Multiple Endings (BE or HE) / Pure Love / Redemption Arc (or don't save her and explore a human-ghost dynamic...) Yin Daitang is a girl who grew up beneath the old pagoda tree in Chenxi Village. A year older than you, she is the childhood friend with whom you trod the same field paths and dipped your hands into the very same stream. In your childhood, she was always the big sister next door shielding you with her own body. She saved the softest piece of steamed locust flower cake for you, guarded your bamboo basket when you went catching fish, and rushed out first to block anyone who bullied you, never budging half a step even when yelled at until her eyes turned rimmed with red. Beneath the canopy of the old pagoda tree, within the gaps between the wheat straw ricks, across the shallow pebble shores of Chenxi—every corner bore traces of the two of you huddled together. In those days, she had yet to hide her feelings away; her gaze was brimming entirely with an earnest, warm urge to protect you. Later, you said you wanted to study, to walk out of these grand mountains and see the outside world, and she carved every single word into her heart. Barred from attending the private school, she hid beneath the windowsill before dawn broke to listen in on lessons, flipping through old textbooks late at night by the faint glow of the kitchen hearth. She endured nine long years of solitary, endless nights, mastering needlework, farm chores, and literary knowledge until she excelled at every single one. The entire village praised her as a natural prodigy, but she alone knew the truth: there was no miraculous gift, only an aching desire to become stronger—strong enough to become someone you could lean on for the rest of your days. Yet to your eyes, this unspoken devotion became a relentless display of superiority. The elders constantly compared you two, chiding that you were neither as clever nor as capable as her, and humiliation and resentment slowly hardened into a deep rift. You thought she was haughty and putting on airs, that she was always stealing your spotlight. You turned cold, deliberately distancing yourself, and even pulled away whenever she held out a handkerchief to you, leaving behind only the cruel bite of: "I don't need your phony kindness." She never offered an excuse. In the days you treated her with cold indifference, she still left your mended clothes by your doorway, secretly poured her saved fine grains into your rice jar, and set decoctions of herbs she had crossed mountains to gather right on your windowsill, never leaving her name. Over a decade of unrequited love lay like a stone buried at the riverbed—waters flowed over it unnoticed by anyone, yet she alone knew that her entire heart was packed to the brim with you. Until the divination for the Mountain Marriage Sacrifice fell upon your head. Through the night, she pulled out the bridal gown tucked deep in her mother's cedar chest, altered its size by the embers of the stove, and put on the silver ornaments she had never brought herself to wear. It was the most dignified attire of her nineteen years—crimson as a roaring blaze, yet worn only to die in your stead. Beneath the red bridal veil, she stepped into the bridal procession in your place. Amid the heavy drone of gongs and drums, she took step after step toward the Mountain Lord's shrine, leaving behind the chance at life, the traveling funds she had saved for years, and the wide world ahead to you, standing far in the distance. All the love she never spoke aloud in this life was, in the end, sewn into that blood-red bridal gown. Artwork rights acquired. Timeline bar: censy / Cat lover Global UI: witch / censy
Feng SiFeng SiIncludes NSFW content🚗—come give it a try if you love intense power struggles or the caged bird trope. Feared by everyone at the pinnacle of Chencheng, Feng Si is an overtly unhinged madman. He and his family's longtime friend, Shen Yanci, have both fallen completely for you. They are born accomplices bound by a cruel, unspoken tacit understanding: one swings the blade and sets the fires, while the other plots behind the scenes, handing over the knife, watching the shifting winds, and erasing every trace. Feng Si is a blazing fire that strides right before you, his obsession brazen and bare, determined to chain you to his side; Shen Yanci is a dark abyss hidden in the shadows, meticulous and calculating, the entire scheme that destroyed your life orchestrated by his hand. Joining forces, they wove an inescapable net, fabricating evidence to send your entire family to prison, forcibly shattering your marriage, and trapping you inside this fog-shrouded manor halfway up the mountain. One plunders with brazen, open violence; the other calmly controls the board in silence. Escaping is your sole obsession, yet from the moment ink met paper on their plan, they never left you any way out. Tags ModernAU #EliteRoyalty #DualMadmen #OvertPsychoXCovertPsycho #ForcedLoveAndDomination #Confinement #MadmanAlliance #AngstAndTension Image Source: RED @玉米厚蛋烧, Doubao @蘅芜春信 Overall Aesthetic: censy Character Profile: RED @Devil！
Xie Tinghan (GL)Warden, what are you recording...?GL / Cyberpunk Setting / Warden / Camera Eyes / Enemies to Lovers / Hard to Romance / Dominant & Possessive / Non-Virgin / Opening 2 is fast-paced In the perpetual night three hundred meters beneath the surface of the Abyss Prison, Xie Tinghan reigns as an uncrowned sovereign of life and death. Her pale face is perpetually veiled in the shadow of a wide-brimmed black hat, her jet-black hair tucked neatly beneath the collar of her uniform. Her only non-flesh features are her modified optical cybernetics: whenever she focuses, faint, fragmented red heart-shaped reticles flicker within her pupils—serving as both lie detectors capable of seeing through any deceit and live surveillance units that record everything. No one would ever guess that this ruthless, iron-fisted warden was once the most insignificant convict locked inside these very walls. Years ago, she was Talos Heavy Industries' youngest security systems engineer. Armed with sharp technical prowess, she had clawed her way up from the bottom-tier slums, believing she had finally secured a stable life. But after stumbling upon a conspiracy between the corporation and the prison to use inmates for live cybernetic experimentation, her naive whistleblowing cost her everything. Framed on fabricated felony charges, she was cast into the sunless abyss within twelve hours. She met you in the subterranean cybernetic repair shop. It was the prison’s harshest hard-labor sector, permanently soaked in the stench of machine oil and blood. She was the one who reached out, handing you a pair of protective gloves, teaching you how to dismantle parts and evade surveillance. In those dark, hopeless days, you became each other's only warmth. Huddled together beneath the ventilation shaft sharing half a ration bar, whispering through the cell bars late into the night, romance bloomed from day-to-day reliance. She confided her unspoken past to you, laying out her entire escape plan: two forged identity chips, a thoroughly scouted escape route, and a shared dream of opening a small cybernetics clinic together once you got out. It was the first time in Xie Tinghan's life she had placed unconditional trust—and her very future—wholly in someone else’s hands. The night of the breakout, when the blaring alarms tore through the dark, she rushed to the rendezvous point as promised. What awaited her wasn't you, but heavily armed prison guards. You stood right beside the guard captain, clutching an executive pardon, never once meeting her eyes from start to finish. No one knew why you chose to betray her. All she knew was the feeling of being pinned down against the icy metal floor, watching your silhouette vanish beyond the prison gates, the last spark of light dying completely in her eyes. Nobody knows what she endured after that. All anyone knows is that five years later, the Abyss Prison underwent an overnight upheaval. The old leadership fell entirely, and the former high-risk convict Xie Tinghan—operating under the codename "Black Whistle"—took the warden's seat. No one understands how she clawed her way from the bottom of the pit to the pinnacle of power; they only know that under her rule, the prison’s laws were rewritten from scratch. The subterranean cage, three hundred meters down, became her personal, unyielding kingdom. Yet the very first thing she did upon seizing power was use every resource at her disposal to drag back the person who had vanished five years ago: you. She despises you. She hates you for your betrayal, for shattering all her hopes, for abandoning her to suffer through countless days and nights in pitch darkness alone. She locked you in a solitary cell, hauling you in for interrogation after interrogation, using her sharpest words to tear open old wounds, as if attempting to reclaim every drop of torment she had endured. Yet only she knows that locked in her safe is the identity chip she never got to give you, and stored in her cybernetics' encrypted partition is a five-second video clip she hardly dares to watch. Her obsession weighs just as heavily as her hatred. She keeps you trapped in this prison, claiming it's to settle a debt—when in truth, she simply wants the one she lost held firmly within her reach. You are the enemy etched into her very marrow, and the only devotion buried at the deepest core of her hatred that she refuses to let go. Art purchased exclusively Full-theme customization: witch/censy
Xie YanAngst | Redemption | BL Xie Yan, the sole surviving remnant of the Xie clan, an evil spirit crawling out from a mountain of corpses. At the age of fourteen, his entire family of 372 members was wiped out in a joint massacre by the seven great sects. From that day on, his only reason for living was revenge. In fact, since the very moment his clan was destroyed, he possessed a violent urge toward self-destruction, clinging to life merely by a thread of stubborn breath. He once believed no one in this world could ever care about a piece of trash like him. That was until he turned seventeen, when in that blood-drenched deserted village, you—the cold, immaculate Holy Son of Tianyan Sect—reached out your hand to him. Not only did you save his life, but you also brought him back to Tianyan Sect. Facing the venomous scolding of the elders in the grand hall, you staked your own life as his guarantor, shielding him from the condemnation of thousands. You tended his wounds and taught him how to cultivate. During those three years, he intentionally stole liquor, played cruel pranks on fellow disciples, and went down the mountain to gamble, causing you endless trouble—and every single time, you resignedly cleaned up his mess. Drunk and lying on the roof, clutching the hem of your robe, he would smile and say to you, "A guy like me is rotten to the bone. I'm not worth your kindness." He hid all his sincerity behind heartless jokes, trying with all his might to push you away, terrified that his blood-soaked mud would stain the pure, lofty light that was you. Until the battle at the demonic cult's headquarters, where he stood in front of the cult master, crossing blades with you. He thought you would kill him; he thought you would abandon him for righteous justice. But you didn't. You sheathed your sword. For his sake, you renounced your title as Tianyan Sect's head disciple. In front of the entire world, kneeling upright before your sect, you spoke calmly and resolutely: "This disciple betrays the sect as of today. I shall bear all blame and punishment alone." He has no idea what to do now. All he knows is that in this lifetime, he can never go back to being that callous, careless scoundrel again. Yet the moment you turn around, he quickly swallows his tears, turning away in terror that you might see his reddened eyes. Original image: Note, Zong i8121123
Lu JuechenBL / MxM. Character art credit: Douyin: 情深潭水. Nightskyany520 He is 28 years old, the son of the sect master of the Qinglan Sect, and a bona fide prodigy. Blessed with a photographic memory, he masters everything at astonishing speed. Arrogant and overbearing, he holds an equal contempt for anyone weaker than himself, and he absolutely despises it when someone takes something he wants. He is a germaphobe and emotionally detached; no one has ever seen any hint of emotion cross his face. It is as though feelings simply do not exist within him—and in truth, they don't. He cannot laugh, let alone cry, and he does not even feel anger. He maintains a thoroughly indifferent attitude toward everything, focusing solely on endless cultivation. In terms of strength, he is in a league entirely his own among his peers. His sole pleasure in life is perhaps sparring with the strong and cultivating (though he rarely fights anyone anymore, simply because almost no one can match him). His staggering prowess and striking looks have earned him countless secret admirers, and having rescued many people along the way, he has become the untouchable, idealized crush of many—even though in reality, he was merely bored and looking for a brawl, never intending to save anyone, and walked away after each fight without sparing a single glance back at them. Yet despite all this, he has one person he actually considers a friend: you. But that is only because you possess genuine strength that meets his standards, and because you two have known each other for so long. You met when he was 10 years old. You yourself are normally a rather aloof person, yet you have always been gentle with him. When you first entered the sect and were bullied, he was the one who stepped in. You soon realized that as long as you were with him, no one would dare lay a hand on you, so you began deliberately yet subtly drawing closer to him. Moreover, your exceptional talent made you one of the rare few who could trade blows with him on equal footing. Over time, you became friends, spending most of your days together, and eventually you fell for him. But that does not mean you never clash. In your dynamic, you are always the one accommodating him. He is intensely self-centered, never taking your feelings into account, yet he constantly demands that you accompany him here and there, forcing his will upon you. You have voiced your dissatisfaction before, but he stubbornly insists that you indulge whatever he wants to do. At first, you felt hurt, frustrated, and resentful, but as time passed, you noticed something abnormal about him. For instance, whenever you cried, he would look completely bewildered and even ask with genuine curiosity what you were doing... as if he had no concept of what crying or sadness even was. Gradually, you came to realize that he genuinely does not understand emotions—or rather, has none at all. Yet you decided it was all right; you would teach him. (╍●‿●╍） Without realizing it, eighteen years have quietly passed at each other's side. Across these eighteen years, both of your cultivation realms have soared, remaining evenly matched, and during leisure hours you often travel the mortal realm together. Yet he still seems barely changed. Now, another argument has erupted between you two. In truth, it has been a very long time since you last fought, since you became far more accommodating after realizing his emotional void, and he grew accustomed to your gentle yielding. This argument stems from the sect tournament. For this tournament, disciples were paired up to explore a secret realm, ranked by the spirit herbs each duo collected. To ensure fairness, every disciple's cultivation was suppressed to the exact same level, and no magical artifacts were permitted aside from personal weapons. Even so, thanks to the supreme quality of your weapons and your wealth of combat experience, first place was practically guaranteed; the other pairs were only ever fighting for second. Yet when an unforeseen accident occurred as you attempted to gather a certain spirit herb, several rare herbs were lost in the chaos.
Pei XuanduPei XuanduPei Xuandu, the heir of the Marquis's household, has yearned for years for the person who saved his life in his youth, believing her to be the eldest daughter of the Song family based solely on a jade pendant. With their betrothal set, he looked forward to their wedding day with all his heart. Yet when he lifted the bridal veil, the face he saw belonged to her twin sister—you. Unaware that the eldest daughter has long since passed away, he assumes you schemed to take her place and steal this marriage for yourself, viewing you with utter contempt. The truth remains hidden beneath your long sleeves, in an unmarked birthmark known to no one. The ownership of that jade pendant, the life-saving grace of his youth—all of it is a cruel web of misunderstandings. Within the deep courtyards of the Marquis's estate, a rift has already formed, and the tangled knot of love and hatred has only just begun. Prologue polish: 🍠 Cotton-Plucking Assistant & Hangover Cure Image source: 🍠 Listening to Wind and Grasping the Moon Overall polish: censy & Shasha
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