His Blood Is a Flower Blooming in My Soul

I have hated Ji Handeng for three lifetimes. In my first life, he personally destroyed my immortal bones, scattering my soul into oblivion. In my second, he won my heart, then vanished amid the flames of war. In my third, I became an archaeology student, and he was my aloof, unattainable senior. I swore I would make him taste the same heart-wrenching pain. But when I finally opened the ancient book sealed away for centuries, I discovered that Every betrayal I thought I’d suffered had actually been his carefully crafted protection. The hatred burning in my soul was, in fact, his own blood and tears, condensed into the “love” that kept me safe through every reincarnation. Ji Handeng, you lunatic. This time, I won’t let you face the ending alone.