At the end of the boundless sea of cockleburs, Lord Beiming sat on the throne of the main hall. When Si Ming, whom he hadn't seen for many days, came to report Yun Ninghua's affairs, he didn't understand why his heart was beating violently.
"You are my only Ling Lu." She heard someone say to her, "Ling Lu, this name is really nice. Not only do I have friends, but I also have you. So, is this person you now?"
In the darkness, the lingering sound of dripping water made Ling Lu really scared, as if she had returned to the never-ending night hundreds of millions of years ago. "Compared to you, what does the world have to do with you? Ling Lu is so good. I can still see you. You think I am crazy to leave you. Don't be afraid that I will guard you every step of the way this time." Ling Lu heard that voice again, that voice with all the sadness and joy.
"I dreamed of you when I was there," Ling Lu said to him while leaning on Bei Ming. Bei Ming listened quietly but said nothing more. Ling Lu fell asleep leaning against Bei Ming, her beautiful sleeping face still curled up at the corner of her mouth. Bei Ming looked at her and smiled unconsciously, holding her in his arms and flying back to the ninety-nine heavens.