I willingly went to my death. My soul should have entered the cycle of reincarnation long ago, but for some reason, I remained by Jing Huai's side. He awoke from another nightmare, calling out my name. Who would believe that the cold-blooded, ruthless, powerful heir to the Prince of Jing'an would sit alone at a tea table and weep? The world wouldn't believe it, and this was the first time I'd seen him cry, either. Why was he crying? I didn't understand. "Didn't you say you didn't love me anymore?" I watched him, my heart as if pierced by needles. "Sigh... If you keep this up, how can I leave in peace?" I reached out to hold him, just as we had when we loved each other so deeply, but all my hands touched was air. That's right. I'm dead.
