Xiaohun
销魂
Author: 不是风动
Latest: Chapter 198
Status: Completed
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Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Yaoi
Tags: ancient china animal characteristics beast companions child abuse cultivation
Ning Shiting followed Wang Gu Feiyin for ten years. For him, he broke off an engagement, forwent his open-hearted path to immortality, and laid down his sword to enter the palace.
Young and without title or name, he was ultimately poisoned to death with a cup of wine. Reborn at the age of seventeen, he let go of his obsessions and only sought a letter of divorce. Life in the residence was lonely, with only him and the disabled young heir living under the same roof, their paths rarely crossing.
Knowing that Gu Tingshuang would later stage a coup, kill his father, and become a tyrant, and also knowing the hardships the child faced after his mother’s early death, Ning Shiting took care to guide him and accompany him gently, hoping he would find more peace and less violence.
However, one summer, while resting with his eyes closed in the courtyard, he overheard the servants urging the heir to choose a bride.
Around the corner of the study, the young man in the wheelchair, with a cold and ruthless demeanour, sneered, “Why do I need a bride? I only want the one in the courtyard.”
“I will write his divorce letter.”
“I will issue his remarriage certificate.”
In this new life, unexpectedly, he became the white moonlight of the tyrant, the red mole on his indifferent heart.
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At ten years old, Gu Tingshuang’s mother died, and his spiritual roots were destroyed, leaving him confined to a wheelchair for life.
At fourteen, his father brought an “old friend” into the prince’s residence, setting up the new chamber in the old room.
That night, he broke in with a knife, his voice filled with anger: “Get out.”
The young man took off his veil and looked at him.
His eyes were clear, calm, and beautiful.
For the next ten years, he became the sole obsession in his heart.
For him, he practiced cultivation, entered the mortal world, wielded his sword to protect him, and severed all ties.
Because he was the only remaining light in his life.
When I met you, it was ten years of hearing the frost.
After meeting you, the spring breeze turned into rain.
A healing love story, with the same sweet flavour as before, mostly sweet with occasional heartbreak—80% sugar, 20% knife.
Ten years of drinking ice cannot cool the hot blood.