Three years ago, my fiancée broke off our engagement in public.
She held the man's hand and looked down at me who fell to the ground: "Lin Ce, you are not worthy of me."
Three years later, I knelt at the door of the ICU and broke my head for my mother's rescue fee.
The phone rang, it was her wedding invitation.
I looked at the beautiful couple on the screen, and then at the astronomical figure on the reminder sheet in my hand.
Suddenly, there was a burning sensation in the palm of my hand.
The jade pendant that I broke into pieces and that I spent three years sticking together piece by piece is shining.
An old voice exploded in my mind:
"Great Emperor, you are finally willing to wake up."
