"If you were not in this world, immortality would be nothing but an endless prison."
For thirty-seven years, he watched the moonlight beneath the sea.
Five hundred years after Xiang Liu's death, holding the pearls formed from Mao Qiu's tears, Xiao Yao finally understood the wordless love letter. His silent love had long been engraved in every exchange of life for life, and through all those long years she had never noticed.
When the pain became unbearable, she chose to end her life inside the seashell where they had once slept together.
"Xiang Liu, I've come to find you. This time, I'll be the one to walk toward you."
When she opened her eyes again, she was in Huichuntang in Qingshui Town.
She was still Wen Xiao Liu. Mazizi and Chuanzi were still worrying over their wedding, and Ye Shiqi had yet to appear by the river.
And the nine-lived Xiang Liu was still the fearsome military strategist of the Chenrong army, striding over the waves beneath the moon in bloodstained white robes.
This time, she wanted neither peace in the present nor supreme power, and she would settle for no one's half-hearted affection.
She wanted only that sharp-tongued, soft-hearted nine-headed demon.
She wanted him alive, living openly beneath the sunlight.
Haha, wonderful
The writing is too verbose