On the wedding day, the bride wore black and walked into the wedding hall holding the hand of another man.
The red silk had not fallen, and the joy had not stopped, but she said, "Zi Chen, the person I love has never been you."
He is the chief disciple of the Taiwei Tianzong, as gentle as jade, and extremely talented and beautiful.
In order to marry his childhood sweetheart, he personally arranged a ten-mile red makeup. But what was waiting for her with joy was that she was intertwined with her best brother.
"What you gave me was only care, not love." One sentence negated two hundred years of deep love.
She thought he was in the golden elixir stage and could be manipulated by others, but she didn't know that he practiced the "Nine Swords of Heavenly Power", the secret technique of Zhenzong. One sword could defeat Yuanying, two swords could degenerate gods, and three swords could cut the heaven and earth.
She thought he would work hard to keep her, but she didn't know what kind of pride he had hidden in his bones.
When he came back from the ashes, behind him was the eternal swordsmanship, but in front of him was her lonely grave.
Was it her betrayal or her last sacrifice before her death?
Is this a lifetime of sadomasochism, or a love affair that has entangled for three lifetimes?
Wow, the heroine is so miserable