The day I died, the immortal lord went mad.
In my previous life, I spent my whole life secretly loving him and staying by his side, but he never knew who I was.
Only when my hair had turned white and my soul had scattered did he finally suffer the pain of loss, his obsession turning him into a demon.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become Li Luo, a mortal who had forgotten everything.
In this life, he followed the mark to find me and cherished me like a precious jewel.
We traveled across mountains and rivers, facing life and death together. I thought that was all there was to love.
Until I discovered a portrait of a woman who looked just like me, hidden in his heart;
Until I heard him murmur another woman’s name in his sleep: Zhi Dai.
I confronted him, but he only reddened eyes and used a forbidden immortal art to extend my life.
That was when I finally understood:
The person he loved had always been my past self.
He was defying fate to change my destiny, pushing himself toward utter ruin.
So I ran away.
At the moment he loved me most, just as I had died in his arms when he loved me most in my previous life.
Later, he found me in a boundless sea of snow, his cultivation gone and his temples streaked with white.
He kissed me with trembling lips, his voice hoarse:
"Li Luo, stop looking at her shadow..."
"Look at me. I’m the fool who forgot the past, yet still fell in love with you."
