"Do you know? How much I hated you after I learned that Su Su died on the sword?" When Yi Feng said these words, violent anger surged around him, exuding a deep sadness that kept spreading. . . Spread. . . . It spread straight into the sword field, spread all over Alan's body, penetrated into Alan's body, and wrapped around Alan's heart.
Yi Feng's words, "How much do I hate you?" Were in a calm tone, but they hit Ah Lan's heart like a heavy weight, leaving her breathless in pain.
"How much do I hate you?" Alan murmured these words, thinking of what Fourteenth Mother once said, "I can accept that he doesn't love me, but I can't accept that he hates me."
Alan thought that she probably understood the despair the Fourteenth Mother felt when she said this.
She is a sword spirit who has lost her memory. She remembers that five hundred years ago, when she first woke up from the sword domain of the Heaven-Destroying Sword, she was surrounded by boundless darkness. She kept running, trying to escape from there, but in vain. She did not know where she was, why she was staying here, or who she was. She even often heard countless voices begging for her life, "Give me my life," and "We have no enmity against you, why do you want to kill us?" . . .
He came with the memories of his previous life, just to fulfill the promise he made in his previous life, but unexpectedly fell into one conspiracy after another. When she met him, and when he solved the conspiracy one after another, what was waiting for them?
The most beautiful thing in the world is called hope, but when hope does not come true, what is waiting for them?