Su Meng transmigrated into a novel as the frail, sickly supporting character who constantly coughed up blood—and who, in the early chapters, cruelly tormented the villain.
The system told her that if she nurtured and cared for the villain, she could earn a chance at rebirth.
So, she began her careful mission of raising the villain.
At first, his eyes were cold and distant, his aura dark and dangerous—like a feral wolf cub with its claws out:
“Stay away from me.”
Later, he began craving her affection, suppressing his possessive, obsessive nature, pretending to be obedient as he drew his claws back:
“You’ll stay with me, won’t you? Watching me, accompanying me… always?”
But when Su Meng faked her death and disappeared—only to be found again—the man who stood before her had already become something terrifying, his voice hoarse yet filled with a twisted smile:
“See? If you don’t look at me… I’ll do something very, very bad.”
Jiang Weichen had never imagined that the goddess he once worshipped would descend from the heavens to take his hand and pull him out of hell.
Yet all he could think of, shamefully and desperately, was how to drag his goddess down from her pedestal—to make her his, to defile the divinity he adored.
“Mengmeng, don’t look at them. Don’t smile at them.
Just look at me, okay?”
