When Shen Tangli was madly in love, she thought her love was deeply rooted and consummation could be expected, but she didn't know that this marriage was just a pawn on his ascension path from beginning to end.
The man next to my pillow in the past was dressed in black and red robes, holding a cold sword. His tone was light but every word was heart-breaking - he wanted to kill his wife to prove the truth, and in exchange for her life, he would ascend to immortality.
She was pregnant with her own flesh and blood, and she begged humbly, asking him to keep the child in her belly alive, but she only received a cold "no" in exchange.
Four hundred years of infatuated love, one dream shattered.
She asked him, after four hundred years of companionship, had he ever been half sincere?
He was categorical, never before.
Heartbroken and with a cold sword piercing her body, she took her unborn child and fell off a cliff, vowing never to see her again in the next life.
But she didn't know that the sword that pierced her heart also cut off his obsession and tolerance that had been hidden for thousands of years.
