The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption

Ning Yao died tragically.
The man she had saved and cared for for many years despised her and shattered her spirit veins with his own hands and dissolved her body.
Ning Yao: “Thank you. I have waited for this day.” 　
Ning Yao is from the ancient Bodhi clan, kind by nature but without a heart.
One year, she rescued a demon from the hands of the immortal Xuanmen, who was tortured and dying. She took good care of him, curing his years of illness and scars.
She did not mind his humble status and liked him wholeheartedly, always smiling, hugging, and kissing him.
Every time at that moment, Feng Jingzhuo felt pity and helplessness, and his love deepened.
Little Bodhi (Ning Yao) cured his disabled and ugly body and cured his inferiority, self-loathing, sensitivity, and paranoia.
How could he not be infatuated and loyal and love her deeply?
But what Feng Jingzhuo did not know was that according to the rules of the Bodhi clan’s ascension, one must first save others to prove the truth and then die and be reborn before ascending.
And Ning Yao’s lifelong wish is to ascend.
　　
That year, the eldest sister failed to ascend to heaven, and before she and her brother-in-law retired to the world sweetly, she pointed out a clear path for Ning Yao:

“Yao Yao, our Bodhi clan is too beloved. Who could bear to use us as a stepping stone for enlightenment?”

“If you’re truly set on it, why not try that demon imprisoned by the immortal sect? Pfft—those fools don’t know his worth. He’s from the Cangyuan Dragon Clan.”

“If it works, great. If not… well, you could always fall in love, just like I did.”

Her elder sister revealed a secret about the Cangyuan Dragon Clan:

If they fall deeply enough in love, their hearts will grow scales to shield them from their emotions. When that happens, their instincts will turn against their beloved, giving rise to an uncontrollable urge to kill.

Slay one’s beloved, attain enlightenment, ascend immediately, and forget the past.

A perfect outcome for both.

Ning Yao knew that Feng Jingzhuo had already begun to grow his heart’s scales.

Yet, he endured the agonizing pain, hiding away to claw open his own chest. He ripped out the endlessly growing scales, pinned his own hands down with bone nails—desperately resisting his dragon instincts.

“Yao Yao, don’t come in…”

“I beg you… whatever you do, don’t come in…”

“It’ll be over soon. Be good. Stay outside…”

Outside, Ning Yao pondered: If we can both ascend, that’s better than neither of us ascending at all.

So, she went in.

Just as she always did, she held him in her arms, kissing his trembling, pale lips with tenderness.

After many years, Ning Yao was reborn and successfully ascended.
She was very happy, but the ceremony of conferring the gods was a little simple.
Because the entire world of gods was busy trying to stop a fallen god from activating the forbidden time-reversal circle.　　
　　

Theme: My heart is controlled by me, not by heavens.