The night I died in the River of Forgetfulness, he stood by the abyss and cut off the last ray of my soul with his own hands.
In my previous life, I knelt in Wangchuan for three days and three nights, waiting for someone to say, "The daughter of a guilty minister shall be punished."
He destroyed my whole family, destroyed my cultivation, and personally pushed me into the River of Forgetfulness.
Thousands of years later, I used my mortal body to rebuild the sky and amaze the three realms.
But he has been searching for me like crazy for thousands of years, kneeling in front of me with red eyes and begging me to turn back.
"Ye Xuan, look, the water in Wangchuan is still so cold."
"But this time, the person kneeling is you."
I turned around and leaned into the arms of another person - the person who had shielded me from wind and rain for thousands of years and never regretted it.
The tone is calm:
"I don't want expired preferences."
Not because he's better.
It's because of him that he never made me wait on my knees.
