I am the deadweight sister of the Number One Sword Cultivator of the Heartless Path.
He is a once-in-a-millennium cultivation genius, while I have never possessed a spiritual root.
Whenever I encountered danger, I would do nothing but cry out for my brother to save me.
My brother would always arrive instantly.
He would wipe away my tears with one hand while slaying every demon and monster with the other.
I thought he would always spoil me like this. Until I found myself in peril once more.
No matter how much I screamed, my brother didn’t appear.
The provoked Ghost Fiend had already coldly gripped my throat.
Yet, all I could see was a swarm of bullet-chat comments mocking me: [The male lead is staying away on purpose. He wants this drama-queen sister to suffer a bit so she finally learns her lesson.]
[She knows she’s weak but keeps running around recklessly. If she doesn’t die, who will?]
[She really messed with the wrong person this time. The villainous Ghost King has a violent temper and hates weak, useless girls who do nothing but cry.]
[And it’s because she barged in so rashly that the female lead found an opening to break through the formation and escape.]
[The villain lost his beloved female lead again. He’s gone mad with rage and is going to swallow the supporting female lead whole…] I was so terrified that I didn’t dare shed another tear.
But then, I suddenly heard the Ghost King’s complaining inner thoughts: {Am I ugly? Why does nobody like me?} {Everyone who doesn’t like me deserves to die-}
Seeing the youth’s eyes grow increasingly crimson, I spoke up in a panic: “-I like you!” “I… I only came here to confess my feelings to you.” “Please be with me, Senior!” He froze.
