Gu Lingchen, born with a sword bone, comprehended the sword intent and took form at the age of sixteen. He was praised by the elders of Huashi Sect as "the sharpest sword in the sect in three hundred years" - but unfortunately, this sword likes men.
He never concealed his feelings, nor did he flaunt them. Only after the annual sword-testing tournament did he subtly reject all the female disciples who showed interest in him: "I'm sorry, but my heart belongs to someone else."
Gu Lingchen, born with a sword bone, comprehended the sword intent and took form at the age of sixteen. He was praised by the elders of Huashi Sect as "the sharpest sword in the sect in three hundred years" - but unfortunately, this sword likes men.
He never concealed or flaunted his feelings, only calmly rejecting all the female disciples who showed interest in him after the annual Sword Trial Tournament: "I'm sorry, I already have someone I love, and we are not of the same gender."
Mu Siyu originally had no feelings about this. Since childhood, he had only been in love with his sister's best friend, Liu Yunrou, and could not see any other person; until a certain secret realm attack, he was randomly assigned to a team and shared a flying sword with Gu Lingchen.
That night, thunder and lightning rained down, and sword light wove a net. On the brink of life and death, Gu Lingchen wielded her sword with her left hand and gripped his wrist with her right, her voice piercing through the wind and snow: "Don't move, trust me."
The sword energy surged along his meridians, carrying a clear and sharp edge, yet without any resistance. It moved in parallel with his spiritual power, as if they were born to be side by side.
After three bolts of lightning, the demonic beasts scattered. The flying sword landed steadily, and before Mu Siyu could speak, Gu Lingchen had already released his grip and taken half a step back, his expression distant: "Offense."
Two simple words, devoid of warmth or ambiguity.
For the first time, Mu Siyu felt an urge to take another half step closer to a man's back.
On the way back, he jokingly attributed this to the "suspension bridge effect," but in the following monthly exams, he repeatedly challenged Gu Lingchen to sword duels.
Swords clashed, spiritual energies collided, and every clash of weapons caused his heart to race.
Finally, after the seventh draw on the sword-training platform, Mu Siyu sheathed his sword, his breathing slightly disordered: "Gu Lingchen, I... I don't think I'm averse to you."
Gu Lingchen raised her eyes, her gaze reflecting Li Xue's, and said in a calm voice, "Then don't reject it."
"I just like men, not just any man."
“If one day you are sure it’s not just your imagination,” he turned, sheathing his sword with a crisp sound, “then tell me.”
Standing amidst the fluttering petals, Mu Siyu watched that receding figure, and for the first time, her unwavering commitment to her chosen path began to waver.
Or rather, he still liked Liu Yunrou, but he didn't reject Gu Lingchen either, and included him in his world.
In that instant, he suddenly understood—
A sword has two edges, and so does the heart;
Some are sharp as cold light, some are gentle as moonlight.
And he, perhaps, is just right.
Able to hold at the same time—
Two swords. Liu Yunrou has lived for twenty years, received countless love letters, and had admirers lining the streets, but she has never associated the name "Mu Siyu" with him.
—Little brat.
In her heart, this was always her definition of the young master of the Mu family: the one who would tug at her sleeve for candy, tuck stolen pear blossoms into her hair, and sleep on the floor in her room when he was too scared to sleep by a monster.
She also remembered a summer night when someone, still brimming with youthful innocence, patted his chest and declared, "Don't be afraid, Sister Yunrou, I'll marry you and you'll have candy every day!"
She laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, and casually ruffled his hair: "Okay, we'll talk about it when you're big enough to beat me."
That was just a child's joke, and she forgot about it as soon as she turned her head.
In the blink of an eye, the young man drew his sword, standing tall and elegant, and actually handed her the challenge letter—
"I won, you'll marry me."
She then panicked: This brat actually did it for real?
To make matters worse, she also had another debt collector standing behind her—
Mu Yunmiao, Mu Siyu's older sister, Liu Yunrou's longtime best friend, and also the one she can't resist the most... secret admirer.
Mu Yunmiao's kindness to her was like a gentle, flowing stream, yet it was incredibly intense:
She was injured during her training, and Mu Yunmiao braved the snow overnight to deliver the Liu family's secret-recipe ointment.
She casually mentioned wanting to see the sunrise over the East China Sea, and Mu Yunmiao chartered a cloud boat to accompany her on the sea for three days, enjoying the sea breeze.
On her birthday, Mu Yunmiao personally carved a pear wood hairpin with a small "柔" (rou, meaning gentle) character engraved at the end, the strokes of which were both gentle and stubborn.
Liu Yunrou wasn't oblivious; she could naturally sense that affection, but she could only pretend not to.
She was afraid that if she revealed the truth, she wouldn't even be able to remain close friends.
Now, things have gotten even worse. Her brother had barely finished handing over the challenge when her sister pushed open the door, placed a bowl of ginseng soup on her table, and spoke in a voice as soft as falling snow:
"Arou, ignore that brat. If he dares to force you..."
Mu Yunmiao raised her eyes, her gaze filled with an unconcealed burning passion and desolation.
"I'll break his legs for you."
Liu Yunrou rubbed her forehead, suddenly feeling as if her head was about to explode.
She never intended to like that brat Mu Siyu.
But I never thought that,
One day, she will... because of this brother and sister...
He forced himself into a love triangle that left him in a dilemma.
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