Villainous female supporting character
The camera focuses on her—
She knelt at her master's feet, her snow-white skirt spreading out like an innocent lotus, but her fingertips secretly dug into her thighs, forcing out two perfectly timed tears.
"Master, blame me if you must..."
Her voice trembled slightly, like glass that would shatter at the slightest touch of the wind, yet it was so clear that everyone in the hall could hear it perfectly.
"It was my fault for going to see my senior brother at night, and I shouldn't have shown him the new cultivation technique I had just acquired... If it weren't for me, how could my senior brother have gone into a qi deviation?"
—It seemed as if he was genuinely taking the blame.
But no one saw that beneath her lowered eyelashes, her eyes were counting each and every one of them:
The moment Master's knuckles tightened, the guilt flashed in the eyes of the eldest brother, and the barely suppressed jealousy flickered on the brow of the youngest sister.
Three, two, one... The time is right.
She suddenly raised her face, tears rolling down her pale cheeks to her chin, hanging there, like stars about to shatter.
"Very well, I will go to the Cliff of Repentance to receive my punishment."
As she stood up, her body swayed slightly, revealing a fresh bruise on her wrist—a bruise she had pinched herself, yet enough to make others think of her as someone who was willing to get injured to save her senior brother.
Her clothes fluttered, and she staggered as if the wind could blow her over, yet her back remained ramrod straight, perfectly embodying the image of "stubborn yet pitiful."
Only after stepping out of the palace gates and turning into the deserted corridor did she stop crying, lazily flicking her fingertips to send the remaining water droplets flying into the wind.
A smile played on his lips, and his voice was so soft it was barely a whisper:
"A bunch of idiots."
The next second, she could tear up again for the sect leader's wife, whom she had met by chance, and softly comfort her:
"Don't worry, Madam. Master has simply been in seclusion for too long and has not been neglecting you on purpose..."
Tears welled in her eyes, her sincerity making it seem as if that cold laugh from just moments before was merely an illusion.
She is most adept at dancing on people's hearts.
A single tear, a single glance, can turn black into white, and transform a knife into her sharpest armor.
As she acted, she almost believed it herself:
"I am inherently weak, inherently kind, inherently—"
Innocent. [The camera focuses on the "vicious female supporting character"—]
She was performing at the climax.
On a snowy night, all was quiet. She was wrapped in a thin white gauze, her bare feet stepping on the icy roof tiles. In her arms, she held a spirit fox that had been torn apart by "demonic energy"—the fox was her own pet, the wound was inflicted by her own hand, and the blood splattered perfectly on her heart, like a bewitching plum blossom.
Opposite them was the senior disciple who had just arrived, his eyes bloodshot.
She looked up, and before her tears fell, a trickle of blood flowed down her lips—it was the pill she had placed between her teeth beforehand. She bit it open, and the blood was bright red, but not fatal.
"Senior brother..."
She called out very softly, like snowflakes melting as soon as they fall. Her body swayed slightly, but she "stubbornly" straightened her back and stuffed the fox into his arms. Her fingertips were blue from the "cold," but in reality, they had been soaked in ice water beforehand.
"Don't blame my master... he didn't release demonic energy on purpose..."
In short, the blame was firmly placed on the head of the master who was in seclusion.
Her voice grew softer and softer, but the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter, like two clusters of eerie flames flickering in the icy night.
The next second, she leaned forward, but just as she was about to fall off the high eaves, she twisted her wrist and, with the help of her senior brother, "just right" fell into his arms, her forehead against his neck, and the trickle of blood from the corner of her lips naturally stained his clothes red.
—Vulnerable, helpless, and wholeheartedly defending "those who hurt her".
At this point in the performance, her eyelashes trembled, and she actually fainted due to exhaustion, her breath so weak that it seemed she might stop breathing at any moment.
Mu Xiyao, who was secretly watching from the shadows, unconsciously clenched her fingers, her pupils dilating in shock:
"...I was actually killed by someone of this level in my previous life?!"
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