I bet my soul on a nine-life-long bet with the ancient emperor who has no love.
He watched with cold eyes as I failed to love and died of a broken heart in every life.
In his first life, he was a general who died fighting at the border, and he never said he loved her until his death.
In his second life, he was a disgraced warlord who was never forgiven by her until his death.
In the third life, he was the man who remembered her throughout his life, turning his regrets into chronic illnesses over a long period of time.
She bet that he would be in pain, that he would regret it, that his heart made of stone would eventually crack.
Until the day when her soul dissipated and she voluntarily gave up, in the Nine Heavens Temple, the emperor who had never been moved looked at the flames burning out of thin air in the palm of his hand, and finally remembered -
He had already lost this bet from the moment he agreed.
But he came through the void with red eyes: "This time, it's me who will look for you."
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It turns out that the word love is like a knife, it can be unforgettable only after it has been cut through three lives and three lives.
Purpose: To explore the essence of "love", which is the imprint of the soul that transcends memory and time and space. It is the ultimate power to face fate and complete self-growth.