Sky_Li_9922

{Warning; Mature Content!}

"Do you even know what it's like to desire someone?"
"Maybe, I desired you."
"I'm a cursed being!!"
"A curse can always be broken Shanxia but until then, you're my desired curse"

Shanxia happens to wake up from a deep coma with no recollection of her past, who she was, what she was and how she ended up in a coma.

She's kept under the care of a very powerful immortal in Mount Xuandu who will guide and teach her the right ways of gaining full power.

Things start to heat up when Shanxia begins to develop feelings for her master unaware of the fact his feelings for her boiled like wildfire.

There is one thing she finds suspicious, she wasn't allowed to remember her past and everytime she asked her master, he gives her the same strange reply.

"If you want to live, then stop trying to recall your past memories"

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{A little Excerpt}

"What are you doing?" I asked wondering if I was being mistaken for someone else but his gaze remained warm and burned onto mine.

He traced his beautiful slender fingers along the corner of my lips and I felt them part on their own will, he smirked.

"Giving you the distraction you seek."
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The cover isn't mine so all credits on the cover goes to the rightful owner 

Please do bear with me if you find some grammatical errors as English is not my first language 

This story is based mostly on romance and less of mystery. what ever genre you might come across in this story are nothing but plot devices. I hope my story has what you're looking for T∆T

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Desired Curse

The silvery moon hung freely in the deep blue night sky, it looked even more beautiful with the stars scattered above.

It felt quite windy tonight and a cold snap of air hit my skin making me shiver a bit.

I shifted from the window, turning away from the cool windy air outside. It's definitely going to be cold tonight.

Zhou Xian wasn't outside so he must have retired to bed.

I still remained in Qui Shan's room and laid on the carpet beside him, watching him paint something as he elegantly stroked his paintbrush on the white sheet before him.

"I've never seen you paint before." I said with interest and he smiled, noticing my inquisitive gaze.

"You're really good! Are you painting the first blooms of flowers?" I asked again, curious about everything and why he's painting the first blooms of petals red, when they're actually pink.

His gaze landed on his beautiful painting and he softly uttered.

Always, At All Times