Born in Blood - Chapter 550 Red Line

The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.
She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.
“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.

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Akira, was born in the slum and wishes to get out but the only way he could was to risk his life in these ruins as a hunter.

Her ex-boyfriend was snatched by her step-sister. Not only that, she accidentally lost her virginity to him due to her step-sister’s schemes.She was nearly confined to her home until he came along. He rescued her from that nightmarish place, if that place can even be called a “home.”He, dashing and powerful, seems to have everything. Yet he suffers from an odd illness where he feels nauseated whenever a woman is within three meters of him. She, however, is an exception. From that fateful day on, their paths cross. He strives to win her heart, and she, too, starts to develop feelings for him.But as the story unfolds between the two, her ex-boyfriend’s growing mixed feelings and the appearance of his fiancée threaten to put an end to the budding love between them…

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.