When he was ignorant and had lost his memory, he once truly loved someone.
But that man, high above him, had never thought much of him.
“The one I love has never been you.”
“You’re nothing but a substitute, a lowly little immortal from the Northern Wasteland.”
For someone else’s sake, that man dug out his heart with his own hands, leaving him to perish completely.
When he awoke again, he had gone from a little immortal in the Northern Wasteland to a Divine Lord in the Ninth Heaven.
“A Luo, please, give me one more chance.” The man begged him, eyes bloodshot.
But he only looked at him coolly. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty. We can never go back.”
This novel is also known as “Jiang Li.” Jiang Li is another name for the peony.
A taciturn, devoted hero versus a wicked, ruthless beauty. Plenty of side couples.
A word of warning: this story is intensely heartbreaking, with emotional devastation everywhere. Readers with heart conditions or who can’t handle angst should proceed with caution.
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