'He wanted to use her,' Ji'an's mind reeled, genuine, burning nausea rising in her throat.
The aristocratic idiot.
The boy who broke his own leg for her attention.
The boy who wept when she yelled at him.
He wasn't an idiot.
In the original timeline, in the unfiltered script of the universe, Lu Jianheng was the ultimate, two-faced villain.
He was a sociopath who lured a sheltered, innocent girl away from her family solely to use her as a disposable Yin-furnace battery to power his own ascension.
The original Ji'an escaped the sect.
The scroll shifted into a chaotic blur of terror.
It was the dead of winter.
A massive, howling blizzard raged across the Celestial Sword Sect.
The original Ji'an was running through knee-deep snow, her delicate silk robes torn, her bare feet bleeding, sobbing hysterically as she tried to escape the mountain.
