Compelled by unforeseen circumstances, Jiang Chunai stumbled into a secret realm and had an intimate encounter with a woman bearing a fox tail. With snow-white skin, raven hair, and an ethereal beauty, their limbs entwined in a dance of pure passion. It was none other than Han Xiao, her most admired Senior Sister.

After that night, a subtle shift occurred in their relationship. The usually cold-as-snow Han Xiao would, in the dead of night, transform into a hissing snake, seeking Jiang Chunai’s warmth. Night after night, their bodies would entwine, a mirror of that first passionate encounter. Though Han Xiao remained calm and aloof by day, Jiang Chunai simply attributed it to her Senior Sister’s reticent nature. Jiang Chunai, in turn, swallowed this forbidden fruit, keeping Han Xiao’s demonic identity a secret.

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While searching for a birthday gift for Han Xiao, Jiang Chunai met with misfortune. Her companions abandoned her, ostensibly to seek aid. Yet, the one who arrived was Han Xiao, long sword in hand, her gaze as coldly indifferent as ever. The supposed ‘aid’ was merely a pretense, a cruel setup for her demise. Their entwined nights, a mere means to replenish Han Xiao’s spiritual energy. And in the heart of her treasured Senior Sister Han Xiao, Jiang Chunai was worth no more than an ant. The very sword she had meticulously polished day and night, cherished out of her boundless devotion, was ultimately plunged into her own body, leaving her a bloody mess. Her indifference, she realized, was no disguise; it was simply a lack of love. Never again, she vowed, would she love Han Xiao.

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However, Jiang Chunai was not fated to die, and miraculously returned to the mortal realm. Only then did she discover Han Xiao’s true identity: a Demon King, sealed in the secret realm for millennia, who, once unsealed, wreaked havoc across the immortal sects. But what did it matter? No matter if Han Xiao scoured the heavens or descended to the underworld, they were forever severed. Sharing an empathetic bond with an unfeeling demon could only lead to tragedy. Otherwise, how could Jiang Chunai, after her ‘death’ and newfound peace, witness Han Xiao risking life and limb to dig open her coffin, clad in a wedding dress over mourning robes, vowing to be eternally inseparable from her ‘deceased wife’? What a tragically beautiful spectacle. Alas, it no longer concerned her.

Han Xiao, a born demon, existed in the chaotic Nether Realm for millennia, oblivious to the concept of emotion. Yet, everything changed the moment her sword pierced the Junior Sister who had always clung to her. She seemed to finally grasp human sentiment, staring in astonishment at the wet tear in her palm. Eons could be spent in a daze, yet this solitary moment demanded absolute clarity.* Han Xiao had believed herself incapable of love, but when that gentle gaze fell upon another, her heart twisted as if pierced by a blade, nearly bursting with agony. She realized that Jiang Chunai could be tender with others, and Han Xiao, for once, was no exception. Some desires are only fulfilled through repayment.

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