After He Tore Out My Heart, He Regretted It Too Late

Jiang Zhaoxue loves me. He spends summer admiring pomegranate blossoms with me and winter bathing in falling snow.

For the sake of extending my life, he will also set aside his pride and kneel at every step as he worships Kunlun, all to find an elixir that will grant me more years.

The bloodstained stone steps are proof of his ardent love.

I thought we would marry like any other loving couple and stay together until our hair turned white.

But that was only what I thought.

On our wedding night, before we could drink the nuptial wine, he plunged a sword into my heart.

In the dim candlelight, the young man's face was as gentle as ever, but his words were icily cruel: "A Ying will die without your heart..."

A Ying would die, but what about me? I wanted to ask him, yet even as I died, I couldn't grasp so much as the edge of his sleeve...

Theme: Sincere love.