Ruan Yuan was timid and frail, with a rare shy disposition among Undying Flame's disciples.
Her face, smeared with blood and grime, was now written all over with exhaustion and unease. Her lowered lashes trembled faintly as she curled up there, every inch a rabbit drenched through by a torrential downpour. Anyone who saw her would feel a few stirrings of protectiveness, taking her for a little junior sister who needed guarding.
Shen Yuxi knew this girl's background like the back of his hand, so naturally he would not be fooled by this appearance. In the original work, she had been a stalker so fanatical it made one's scalp prickle.
She was obsessed with Jing Cangyi. She did not pursue him openly, but watched from afar, silently held him in her heart, and carried a madness bordering on obsession. Her stubborn fixation was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
She collected everything Jing Cangyi had used. An emptied teacup, a ribbon for tying his hair, a brush he had practiced calligraphy with... even a strand of hair he had accidentally dropped, she treasured as if she had found priceless gold.
She carefully put them away, hiding them in secret compartments only she knew of. In the dead of night, she would take them out and look at them over and over, gently inhaling the lingering scent that had long since faded, as though that could bring her a little closer to him.
Even the "Lovesick Tree" of her Myriad Forms Incarnation cultivation concealed her secret feelings for Jing Cangyi.
The Lovesick Tree could link Fate Lines. She cultivated such a profound technique not because of its combat strength, nor because it was practical, but simply because—she wanted to use it to bind her own Red Thread tightly to