"Suiyang, you were born too early. I haven't had time to grow old with you, so I can only watch you leave." Yan Xiaoyou gently stroked the words "Yan Xiao" engraved on the tombstone.
"You's husband, the tomb of Suiyang" was written on the inscription, and tears couldn't stop falling, wanting to vent the pain of a lifetime. You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
She had gone through 365 springs, summers, autumns and winters without Suiyang in her world, but she didn't know that in order for him to come to this world, the ancient true god endured the accusations of countless gods and the curses of countless cultivators, and was willing to give up his cultivation, and his flesh and blood were burned by the sky fire, transforming this world...
