When I woke again, I could no longer remember what had happened. The sword I had driven into my beloved's chest with my own hands was the source of the pain that haunted my midnight dreams.
As if drawn by invisible threads, I crossed a desolate path to immortality, reunited with old friends, and gathered the scattered fragments of divine artifacts. Each time a fragment lit up, a glimmer slipped through the cracks in my memories: Who had whispered in my ear? Why had that sword pierced the person dearest to me?
When I met my old friends again, my memories began to return bit by bit the moment I touched the fragments of the divine artifact.
I don't fear the judgment of the world. I fear only the tears of my beloved. Luckily, he understands me better than anyone else in the world. Together, we'll uncover the truth of what happened back then and find the real culprit behind it all.
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"Qi Yueheng, we're not done talking about the time you stabbed me. I'll ask you just one thing: do you love me or not?"
"I love you."
"How much?"
"I love you alone, above and below the heavens."
