★【A soft, sweet, slightly timid little sunshine heroine × a world-weary villainous hero】★
Xu Songhe transmigrates into a xuanhuan novel. The System tells her that the first person she sees when she opens her eyes—the one closest to her—is her future husband. If she successfully wins his heart, she’ll be able to return to her original world.
She glances at the handsome young man beside her, who is trapped in a monster’s nest just like she is. Sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in meditation, he looks refined and harmless, making her feel both nervous and hopeful.
Before she can even approach him, however, he casually opens his eyes—and, with a cold expression, snaps the monster’s neck in one effortless motion.
“…”
Xu Songhe desperately forces the tears of fright back into her eyes.
Her future husband… doesn’t seem like a good person.
Still, he’s her only way home, and he doesn’t appear to have any intention of hurting her.
With nowhere else to go, she begins following him every day.
But he’s the very picture of keep your distance. When she offers him a steaming roasted sweet potato, he can’t even be bothered to lift his eyelids. When she chatters endlessly about everything she sees along the way, he acts as though he hears nothing.
Little by little, however, the look in his eyes changes.
The hint of amusement that once regarded her as nothing more than a toy slowly disappears.
As for what it becomes…
Before she can figure it out, the unreliable System suddenly lets out a shrill alarm:
“He’s not your husband at all! On the contrary, he’s an infamous villain who’s committed every evil imaginable! Host, the farther you run from him, the better! The only reason he’s keeping you around is because he hasn’t gotten tired of you yet. One day, he might even skin you alive!”
Terrified out of her wits, Xu Songhe immediately packs her belongings and runs away.
Before leaving, she places a note on the stone table outside the door:
“Looks like I mistook you for someone else before. Sorry for causing you so much trouble. I wish you well. Goodbye—and let’s never meet again.”
—
Qi Wuyang is the world’s last remaining Nine-Tailed Fox—and a Demon Lord feared and hated by everyone.
Yet there was one girl who constantly dared to approach him, clinging to him wherever he went.
At first, Qi Wuyang never took her seriously.
After living alone for so many years, he simply thought having another little toy to amuse himself with wasn’t such a bad thing.
Everything changed when he was ambushed. As his spiritual power spiraled out of control and everyone rushed in to kill him while he was vulnerable, she alone ran toward him without hesitation.
Smiling brightly, she threw her arms around him and gently comforted him.
For the first time in his life, the lonely young man experienced another person’s warmth.
And for the first time…
He didn’t know what to do.
He gradually grew accustomed to the hot meals she handed him, to her constant chatter, even to her scent. If he couldn’t see her for even a short while, unease would quietly creep into his heart.
Then one day…
She ran away.
Leaving behind only that cryptic note.
Holding the slip of paper between his fingers, Qi Wuyang watched flames dance across his fingertips. The note curled into ash and scattered in the wind.
After staying by his side for so long…
She actually intended to marry someone else?
If another man still occupied her heart…
Then he would simply carve that heart out, wipe it clean, and return it to her.
That way…
She would once again become the girl whose eyes held no one but him.
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Mini Extra
On the day Xu Songhe married her real destined husband, an uninvited guest entered the bridal chamber.
When she opened her eyes again, all she saw was an overwhelming sea of red.
She was still wearing her crimson wedding dress. Her wrists were loosely bound with red silk tied to the bedpost, and the room around her had been lovingly decorated into a warm bridal chamber.
The young man knelt before her on one knee, gently pressing a kiss to her hand.
His usually cold, frost-like eyes churned with restrained madness, as though years of suppressed obsession had finally torn through its disguise.
“A-He…”
His voice was soft, but his eyes overflowed with jealousy.
“Why are you marrying him?”
“Weren’t you the one who said… I was your husband?”
Pulled into his embrace, Xu Songhe’s consciousness nearly faded.
His lips brushed lightly against her ear, sending an involuntary shiver through her body.
#How could the villain ever bear to carve out your heart? He simply wants you to love him.
