The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

I, Lin Yue, was originally a soul in the modern world. However, driven by a mysterious and unpredictable force, I was unwittingly transported into this ancient, tortured novel and transformed into Su Xiao. This change of identity came without warning, like a sudden gust of wind sweeping me from the familiar modern world into the utterly unfamiliar world of fiction. It felt like being suddenly thrown from the tranquility of reality into a bizarre dream. Everything seemed so unreal, yet so real, leaving me mired in a fog, disoriented and in a state of trance.

Today, though I possess the body of a woman, my soul is that of a modern man. The two contrast, like water and fire, yet forced to blend together, this complex situation often leaves me scrambling like a headless chicken in this strange world of fantasy and the unknown. Every step is filled with trepidation, every decision requires careful consideration, and my heart is filled with temptation and anxiety, as if everything around me harbours unknown dangers.

After that thrilling, perilous adventure in the castle, Brother Ling Xiao, also known as Luo Chen, and I finally enjoyed a brief period of peace and tranquility. During this time, Brother Ling Xiao was like a guardian angel to me, caring for me with unwavering attention to detail. His gaze was always filled with tenderness and concern, like a warm spring, its presence filling me with an endless sense of security. He treated me like a rare, priceless treasure, lost and found. He carefully nurtured me, constantly monitoring my every move, attempting with his profound love and immense patience to penetrate the dense, layered fog of my memories, striving to recover those precious memories that once belonged to Su Xiao.

That day, the sun shone with perfect brightness. The golden rays, like a fine veil, gently bathed every inch of the courtyard, enveloping it in a warm and luminous atmosphere. A gentle breeze rustled, like a soft hand, bringing a touch of coolness, caressing everything in the world. The flowers, plants, and trees swayed gently in the gentle breeze, as if dancing joyfully. I sat quietly on a stone bench in the courtyard, surrounded by a profusion of blossoms. A variety of flowers burst into bloom, their multicolored petals intertwining to create a vibrant canvas. Petals fluttered down like snow, a vibrant shower of flowers. I instinctively reached out to catch the falling petals, an action so reflexive that I barely even considered it. Yet, this seemingly casual moment, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirred ripples in Brother Ling Xiao's heart. His eyes changed subtly in an instant. First, a barely perceptible flash of surprise flashed across them, like a faint electric current. Then, surprise and excitement surged like a tidal wave. His eyes instantly brightened, like two twinkling stars.

He slowly approached me, his footsteps as light as if treading on clouds, making no sound. With every step, his gaze was fixed on me, as if I were the sole focus of his world. When he reached me, he gently crouched down, his movements graceful and gentle, like a fluttering butterfly. He knelt down, his gaze level with mine, his eyes fixed on me without blinking. His intense gaze seemed to see through me, as if he were searching my eyes for the answers he longed for. His lips trembled slightly, his voice trembling with a barely perceptible tremor. He asked, "How did you pick up the petals just now, and the way you spoke, so much like Miaomiao?" I was a bit bewildered by his question, my heart racing. I tilted my head, my eyes rolling, and replied playfully, "Perhaps it's just the lingering instincts of this body." He shook his head gently, his long, dark hair swaying gently with his movements, like black satin. He reached out his hand, white and slender, his fingers as smooth as jade. He gently stroked the hair by my ear, his fingers lightly brushing my cheek, bringing a tingling sensation. He said, "No, in my heart, you are Miaomiao."

I tilted my head gently, my eyes twinkling playfully like tiny stars in the night sky. My lips curved up in a charming arc, and I said with a touch of contentment, "Look at these petals! They're falling just in time." That look, that tone, was exactly like the Miaomiao in his memory. It was like a faded, ancient painting, instantly repainted with vibrant colors. A familiar figure reappeared before his eyes, transporting him back to those beautiful days.

Brother Ling Xiao looked at me, his eyes filled with deep affection, a deep affection that seemed to drown me like a deep ocean. He couldn't help but whisper, "Miao Miao." This "Miao Miao" seemed to carry endless longing and attachment, slowly echoing in the air.

Immediately after that gentle call, my vision suddenly went dark, as if I were being swept into an illusory dimension by a powerful and mysterious force. Everything around me seemed to have been devoured by a dark giant, and instantly became blurry. I felt as if I were drifting in a chaotic fog, my body out of control, like a feather dancing in the wind. My consciousness became hazy, as if I were in a psychedelic dream. But slowly, the scene became clearer, and pictures played before my eyes like a movie.

It was a remote corner of the Yunwu Peak sect, filled with a deathly silence, as if even the air had frozen. I saw my own lifeless body, lying there, motionless and lifeless. It lay like a tattered rag doll, carelessly discarded in a corner. It turned out that Brother Lingxiao had only learned of my presence in the sect after my death. When he arrived, distraught, he found only a pile of bones. The scene was utterly desolate and desolate. The bones, glaring in the dim light, pierced like sharp swords, piercing the heart, as if speaking of endless sorrow and misfortune. Yet, undeterred by the despair before him, he built a cenotaph for me, brimming with love.

Though the cenotaph is small, every detail is imbued with his longing and attachment to me. The stone tablet in front of the tomb is crafted from the finest stone, its surface smooth yet cool. Inscribed on it are the words "Tomb of Luo Chen's Beloved Wife," each character carved with vigor and power, as if he had painstakingly carved them. Entering the small burial chamber, a solemn and dignified atmosphere permeates, as if time has stood still. Inside, I see my longevity tablet, crafted from precious wood and emitting a faint woody fragrance. The name on it seems to still carry the warmth of his fingertips, a testament to his love for me.

The outside world may have been swirling rumors that I was a malicious person, those malicious words like sharp arrows, flying from all directions. Those rumors were like a swarm of buzzing flies, annoying me endlessly. But Brother Lingxiao was never affected by these rumors. In his heart, I will always be the most beautiful woman. His love is like a towering mountain, unwavering, and will not waver in the slightest, no matter how windy or rainy it is. For me, he resolutely chose to remain single, guarding his love for me alone, like guarding a treasure. Until his last moment, he did not change his mind. He even asked for someone to bury him with me after his death, so that this love could transcend the boundaries of life and death and become eternal.

Watching these scenes, my heart felt like it was being hammered. Grief surged like a surging tide, instantly drowning me. I wandered endlessly in this story, like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to find a way out. I cried heartbreakingly, breathless, each sob a wail from the depths of my soul. My tears flowed like a flood, wetting my cheeks. I kept calling out, "Brother Lingxiao, Brother Lingxiao!" I felt like I was trapped in a terrible cycle, unable to escape. Each cry was like a cry for help from the abyss of despair, but no response came. I could only struggle in this endless pain, as if abandoned by the whole world.

In reality, when Brother Ling Xiao returned, he saw me sitting there motionless, like a cold statue. My eyes were hollow, as if my soul had been drained from my body, leaving only an empty shell. He immediately sensed something was amiss and anxiously called out in my ear, "Su Xiao, Su Xiao, wake up! Su Xiao, Su Xiao, Miao Miao Miao Miao." His voice was filled with worry and panic, and every word seemed to tug at me, trying to pull me back from that illusory world. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, trickling down his handsome face.

Just as I was calling out "Brother Lingxiao" in the virtual space, he froze in reality. He seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, his entire body frozen in place, trembling slightly. Then, as if he suddenly understood something, his eyes flashed with surprise and relief, a light that shone brightly like a beacon in the darkness. He held my hand tightly, the force so strong that it seemed to crush it, but I didn't feel a trace of pain, because at this moment, my heart was overwhelmed by his deep affection. He said eagerly, "You are Miaomiao, you are my fiancée, I didn't choose the wrong person."

He held me tightly, an embrace filled with power, as if he wanted to merge me into his body, to make me a part of his being. While holding me tightly, he gently stroked my hair, his fingers weaving through it with a gentle, soothing movement. He kept muttering, "Miaomiao Miaomiao, my Miaomiao, I'm Brother Lingxiao, your Brother Lingxiao, please wake up soon. Brother Lingxiao, I've been looking for you, did you know that?" His voice trembled, and tears flowed uncontrollably from his beautiful eyes, one of which landed on my lip. The warmth of his touch was like the first ray of morning sunlight, piercing the darkness. It felt as if a magical power slowly pulled me back from the endless sorrow and despair.

I slowly woke up. Before me was Brother Ling Xiao's handsome face, so close to me. Tears still welled in his eyes, a look that was both heartbreaking and uniquely handsome. Something stirred within me, perhaps touched by his deep and passionate affection, or perhaps it was the mischievous nature in me that resurfaced. Instinctively, I reached out a finger and gently hooked it under his chin. With a sly look in my eyes, I teased, "Brother Ling Xiao, what's wrong? You're crying like a child."

He felt a little shy at my words, his face flushing slightly, like the sunset glow on the horizon. He gently patted my hand and said angrily, "You naughty little girl, you're driving me crazy." Seeing his shy expression, I couldn't help but laugh, and that smile seemed to dispel the previous haze. He looked at me and laughed, and I laughed too. Our laughter echoed in the courtyard, as if at this moment, all the suffering had left us far away, leaving only a warm and sweet atmosphere.