Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

On what grounds?

What gives them the right?

Biyao, the eldest daughter of the Ghost King Sect, is the Ghost King's only daughter, who is doted on by everyone, and one of the future heirs of the Demonic Sect.

Why would she give up everything, betray the Ghost King Sect, and join the Qingyun Sect, which is irreconcilably opposed to the Demonic Sect?

Are you willing to endure possible disdain, suspicion, and exclusion?

To adapt to a completely unfamiliar life, one bound by rules and regulations?

Based on his nonchalant "I can vouch for it"? Based on his insignificant "life"?

What gives him the right to make such a decision for her?

And on what basis do you think that kind of life is "good" for her?

A tremendous sense of powerlessness and sorrow, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed him.

He felt a stinging, burning sensation in his eyes, as if something scalding hot was uncontrollably welling up, coalescing, and then breaking free of its restraint, quietly slipping down his cheeks.

A drop of warm liquid landed on the back of Biyao's hand, which was wrapped around his waist.

Biyao trembled, looked down in astonishment at the back of her hand.

The drop of liquid was warm, even a little hot, unlike any of the coldness, darkness, and despair she remembered.

She slowly, very slowly, raised her head and looked at Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan continued to stare at the top of the rock, but there were obvious wet marks at the corners of his eyes, and another tear was sliding down his temple and disappearing.

He pursed his lips tightly, his jawline taut, his whole body stiff as a piece of ice about to shatter.

He was crying.

I cried for her.

This realization, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the thick gloom and ice in Biyao's heart.

She stared blankly at the warm tears that kept seeping from the corners of his eyes, at his profile that always carried a sense of languor or calmness, but at this moment was filled with helplessness, sorrow, and some kind of deep pain that she couldn't understand.

She suddenly felt that a part of her heart that had been frozen for many years was scalded by the hot tears, curled up for a moment, and then slowly, bittersweetly, a corner of it melted open.

His attitude towards her... seems to have really changed.

It wasn't the kind of closeness, protection, and heartache he felt for Lu Xueqi that seemed etched deep in his soul, an unconscious feeling.

Seeing Lu Xueqi makes the Bloodthirsty Bead in his left chest throb, his body heat up, and he unconsciously wants to get closer to her, to be good to her, and to give her all the good things in the world. That feeling is pure, intense, and carries a fateful attraction.

It wasn't the kind of indulgence, helplessness, and protection that an older brother shows to his younger sister towards Tian Ling'er; it was responsibility, kinship, and habit.

It was not the kind of friendship and trust that existed between fellow disciples like Zeng Shushu, Qi Hao, and Zhang Xiaofan.

He was with her...

It's heartbreaking to know the original ending.

It was out of pity that I saw and heard her tragic past with my own eyes and ears.

It is the guilt of being a "disciple of the righteous path" yet feeling attached to her; it is the reluctance to change or sever ties, even knowing that good and evil are opposed and the future is bleak.

And... in this absolutely closed and isolated place, day after day of being together, seeping in bit by bit.

Her vulnerability and dependence that she revealed without reservation, her occasional flashes of vivacity and cunning, the contradictory yet exceptionally charming qualities she possessed, the pride of a young lady and the trauma of a survivor from the underground, the ruthlessness of a demonic cult member and the innocent longing of a young girl...

All of these things mixed together quietly gave rise to something strange, dangerous, and inappropriate.

He dared not delve into what it was, and at this moment, he suddenly dared not try to discern it.

But all she knew was that he was crying for her at that moment.

For her hopeless fate, for their destined tumultuous relationship, for this damned, insurmountable divide between good and evil.

These tears are real, this warmth is real.

This is enough.

Biyao reached out, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently wiped away another tear that had slipped from the corner of his eye. Her movements were very light, with a care she herself was unaware of.

Jiang Xiaochuan's body trembled violently, as if burned by her touch. He quickly turned his head away, avoiding her fingers.

He raised his hand and roughly wiped his face, erasing the wetness, leaving only his red eyes and nose, revealing his earlier loss of composure.

"What are you looking at?" His voice was hoarse and nasal. He turned his face away, not wanting her to see him like this.

Biyao didn't speak. She withdrew her hand and continued to look at him quietly. The stone chamber was very quiet, so quiet that they could hear each other's suppressed breathing and the silent, surging undercurrents in their hearts.

After a while, Biyao suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter was very light, with a slight nasal tone, yet it strangely diluted the heavy, suffocating atmosphere that had just been there.

"Hello,"

She nudged him lightly with her elbow, her tone regaining some of its usual liveliness, even carrying a deliberate, teasing provocation: "Back in the cave, didn't you say, 'A lone man and a lone woman, like dry wood meeting a raging fire'? Why are you... chickening out now? Gone?"

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, neither turning around nor uttering a sound.

Biyao leaned closer, almost touching his ear, and whispered with a mischievous smile, "Didn't you say before... I 'feel good'? Tell me, what's so good about me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's ears turned red at a visible speed. He suddenly moved to the side to create distance, remaining silent, but his breathing became a little erratic.

Biyao wouldn't let him off the hook, continuing to speak as if she were evaluating an object:

"But speaking of which, you're quite cool and comfortable to hug, it would definitely be refreshing in the summer. How about... you come back to the Ghost King Sect with me? You can be my body pillow, the treatment would definitely be better than being an ordinary disciple in the Qingyun Sect. I'll ask my dad to give you a protector, ding-dong, how about that?"

Jiang Xiaochuan pursed his lips, his fingers unconsciously clenching the cotton quilt beneath him.

Biyao waited a while, but received no response. She changed the subject, her tone as casual as if she were asking about the weather: "By the way, when are you going to return my Sad Flower?"

Jiang Xiaochuan remained silent, like a stone statue that had suddenly lost all ability to speak.

Biyao looked at his tense profile and flushed ears, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she made a move to get up:

"Ah, I remember now, I haven't finished reading the 'Spell of Devotion' on that stone wall yet. Lady Jinling treasures it so much, it must be incredibly profound. I must go and study it carefully..."

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was suddenly tightened!

He swiftly reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly! The force was so great that she hissed softly.

He turned his head and looked at her.

The tears and confusion in his eyes had long been replaced by a fierce look. He stared intently at her, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth:

"No, you're not allowed to go."