My Heart Awaits the Turning of Time

She killed her master. His face was still right before her eyes, but he had already breathed his last. She could hardly believe her own eyes. She stared blankly at the long sword in her hand, its blade stained with blood, his blood. She had already mended her ways. She was no longer the unruly girl she used to be, so why would he still not accept her? Could he really see only his childhood sweetheart? Did he have no heart at all? She poured the Meng Po Soup into the River of Forgetfulness. The Judge of the Underworld whose memories had been sealed was the master she had longed for with all her heart. She dared to confront the King of Hell just to be reincarnated alongside him, even though their past life had already become a past that belonged to her alone... But in this life, she was certain she would find him.