An undercurrent surged in his purple eyes, staring at her; "Zi Yi, what you owe me, use the tears of your life to repay it."
At the wheel of life and death, black smoke billowed, swallowing up her sad and melancholy face.
There were faint tears in his eyes, and he was heartbroken: "No, Wan'er." The woman in his arms smiled lightly and fell asleep forever.
Shui'er, a modern woman, traveled through this troubled world, where there were disputes and entanglements, constant cutting, and chaos. She was sad and desperate and left everything behind just to live a peaceful life. However, she still couldn't avoid fate. He and she had been hurt again and again, and where would they go?