Three thousand years.
One hundred and twenty cycles of reincarnation.
Each time, Yin Wuxie fell in love with the person sent to win him over. Each time, he was abandoned, cast aside, and left behind.
He thought this time would be no different.
The woman named Shen Ci talked about her “mission to win him over,” but her eyes held nothing but sincerity.
She wasn't afraid of him. She didn't hate him. She didn't deceive him.
She said, “You're not data. You've loved me for three thousand years. Every time, it was real.”
She used her own consciousness to fight against the Heavenly Dao, all so he could live.
As she faded away in his arms, she said, “Wait for me. I promise I'll come back.”
Yin Wuxie knelt on the ground, clutching empty air, and wept in front of others for the first time.
He had waited three thousand years for someone willing to stay by his side.
But that person had disappeared.
A year later, beneath a ginkgo tree.
He was still waiting.
