In the eighteenth year of Jiahe, Hantan drank poison, and Qi Min fell on the cold floor tiles. He looked at Yu Qianqian at the door. There was no hatred or love in his eyes, leaving only a dead sky. The bowl of soup that he enjoyed turning into poison became a life-threatening poison. He devoted all his paranoia and possessiveness, but in the end she only got her to watch him die with cold eyes.
As he lay dying, the regret that eroded his bones was wrapped in a bone-chilling chill. He focused on his remaining soul and sacrificed his martial arts and health, just for a new life.
