A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on the stone surface of Zhuxian Terrace.
The tears were hot, but they couldn't melt into the dried blood.
Three hundred years ago, Su Wanqing died to save him. He vowed that he would never cry for anyone again in this life.
Three hundred years later, he shed tears for a woman he killed with his own hands.
And the last words she left him were——
I hope we never meet again in the next life.
