[Fantasy cultivation + the beauty of a tragic ending + unrequited love + heroine's growth]
Drip... drip... Time slipped quietly by, second after second, as though Meng Yao's life force were fading away with every passing moment, drop by drop like fine beads of water. The crisp dripping sound was like the merciless footsteps of Death drawing closer, pounding again and again against her already fragile heart.
