After my Death, The Immortal Lord entered demonic cultivation for me.

Song Wangxiao was reborn as a cannon fodder in a xianxia novel.

Upon arriving in a new place, her intuition told her that she was in great danger, surrounded by people who were eyeing her life with malicious intent.

Song Wangxiao wisely chose to flee, but during her escape, she encountered a battle-damaged beauty.

The beauty had a cold, aloof aura, with brows and eyes that seemed to conceal endless frost and snow. Song Wangxiao, moved by a personal desire, decided to take the amnesiac woman with her as she fled.

The beauty had been injured, and after walking a few steps, she would cough up blood. Song Wangxiao, feeling guilty, took even more meticulous care of her.

As time passed, Song Wangxiao began to care about the beauty's feelings, every little emotion she experienced, even worrying that when her own death came, the first thing she would fear was whether the woman would be heartbroken, whether she would be sad from her departure.

She told the beauty that she would leave for a while and that there was no need to worry, as she would return to find her.

The beauty only smiled faintly.

On the battlefield of immortals and demons, Song Wangxiao remembered her fate and walked straight toward the most noble figure on the battlefield. Yet, her mind was consumed with worry over what would happen to the woman after her death.

It was then that the sound of a sword cutting through fabric reached her ears. She saw the sword-wielding figure in white, whose face was strikingly familiar, but there was a coldness in her eyes that Song Wangxiao had never seen before.

The beauty was still breathtaking, still noble, but there was no longer the shy, watery gaze that had once looked at her with affection.