He was once a mortal cultivator who loved a goddess but could not win her heart. Before the Reincarnation Pavilion, he swore to spend 520,520 years in arduous cultivation in exchange for one sincere glance from her in this life.
In this life, he became a nameless beggar, while she was the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's household. He once saved her, but she saw him only as a poor soul by the roadside.
Ten years later, he fought his way back through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and was appointed a high minister charged with protecting the nation. She, meanwhile, had fallen from wealth and become the daughter of a disgraced official.
He protected her in secret, and she gradually fell for him. But the court was as sharp as a blade. To save her life, he severed their ties before everyone, kicking her out of the execution ground and sneering, cold as frost: “I was only playing with you.”
As he turned away, the hand hidden behind his back dug into his flesh. Without a sound, he mouthed two words: Stay alive.
Years later, she received an old box. Inside was only a torn corner of a sleeve and a diary. Its final page read:
“Lirong, don't hate me for too long.”
By the time she read it, he was already a thousand miles away, having drunk poison and died with a smile.
520,000 years of arduous cultivation, all for her eyes to be filled with hatred. He said, “So be it.”
At least, her eyes were filled with him.
