I died for him in all three of my lifetimes.
In one, my body was burned. In another, my bones were broken. In the last, my soul was scattered.
I sacrificed my soul to keep the three realms at peace, only to hear him say, "She's just a mortal. There's no need to dwell on her."
After three hundred years adrift in the cycle of reincarnation, I finally awoke.
I severed my attachments and went into hiding among ordinary people, wanting nothing more than to become a humble fortune teller.
But he fell from his divine throne and knelt before me, eyes red, begging me not to turn away again.
"Su Zheheng, I remember now. I remember everything!"
I looked at the belated remorse in his eyes and found it laughable.
"What the Divine Emperor lost had already rotted away three lifetimes ago."
In this life, I only want to live for myself. I never want to burn myself for him again.
