In a thatched hut in the mountains, the air smelled not only of blood from the wounded man. A woman in bloodstained white was also sniffing the scent of the haystack with all her might. He looked at her coldly. “Do you have a dog's nose?”
He was a powerful prince of the imperial family, while she was merely a white deer who had cultivated human form in the mountains. Amid the flames, he burned down her world and scorched her heart.
“Ling Xiaoran, I gave everything I had, yet couldn't get the slightest bit of sincerity from you. I curse you to love without being loved in every lifetime!”
Standing before the ashes blanketing the mountains, he scooped up a handful of earth, mixed it into wine, and drank it down. The wine was the most potent poisoned liquor.
“Bailu Xi, when have I ever cared for this world? All I want is you. Even if you cannot love me back, I only hope you won't meet me in your next life. There is something you may never have heard: the truth is... I love you...”
