Three hundred years after I died, the Divine Lord who killed me with his own hands went mad.
He shattered the Mirror of Reincarnation, turned back ten lifetimes, and knelt before my corpse in every one, begging forgiveness.
He said he would rewrite our ending.
But I was no longer the lantern maiden of Yaochi, the princess sent away in a political marriage, or Ahe, the farm girl.
I was a solitary spirit in Lanruo Temple, unwilling to pass on.
He carved out half his divine heart to use as lamp oil, begging me to shine once more:
“This time, let me wait for you. Ten lifetimes, a hundred lifetimes, forever...”
I blew out the lamp lit with the blood from his heart:
“But, Divine Lord, I don’t need the light anymore.”
“All I need is for you to...”
“Feel the cold of these three hundred years, too.”
