On the cliff, Luo Xingbai stood dressed in white, her eyes devoid of color. "Li Chuyan, I wish so much that we had never met."
The man stood opposite her, his eyes filled with terror. "A-Xing, please come over here first, okay? We can talk this through."
Luo Xingbai turned to look at the bottomless abyss behind her and shook her head. "There's nothing left to talk about. Ever since you dug out my spirit bone and gave it to Fang Weiwei, we could never talk things through again."
Luo Xingbai slowly backed away. "Li Chuyan, I regret not killing you today. If there's another life, I hope we never meet again."
With that, Luo Xingbai resolutely leaped off the cliff.
"No!" Li Chuyan could only watch as her figure vanished before his eyes...
Later, word spread that the arrogant emperor was searching day and night for a way to bring the dead back to life.
Three years later, a woman who looked just like her entered his sight. He kept her by his side, begging her to look at him just once more…
