On Tang Wutong's Wedding Night, Huo Yuhao Kissed Me and Called Me Wang Dong | Soul Land

On our wedding night, his hand passed through my long hair, and though his lips were burning against my ear, he called me by the name of the man who had already died. I am Tang Wutong, but at that moment, I had to be the Wang Dong in his memories. To keep him, I released my martial soul, letting the patterns of the Goddess of Light Butterfly spread across my back. I willingly became a counterfeit of myself, night after night, letting him imprint and mourn me again and again with his tears and body heat. Until the "me" inside my womb died completely, until the phantom of Wang Dong was nurtured into a real life. When the baby cried, I looked at Huo Yuhao's tear-filled eyes, bright with joy, and softly said, "She's back..."