She was dressed in red and looked like fire. Although she was covered with iron chains, she still looked flamboyant.
The marks between her eyebrows were looming like two clusters of beating flames. She looked down upon the people, but her eyes were only on him: "Li Chen, if there is an afterlife, we will never see each other again!"
He was dressed in white as snow, holding a sword in his hand, standing quietly, showing no anger or authority.
"Qing Han, the demon clan, has committed a heinous crime, and his crime," he paused, said, "should be punished."
The nameless sword brought down the nine-fold thunder, and the red clothes were stained with blood, which was even more dazzling.
The red lotus karma burned the body, and the demon world without seeing the sun was like daylight. In the firelight, she left her last words, but no one heard her.
"I never regret falling in love with you."
No one saw him, and a little light from his fingertips disappeared into his sleeves.
Reborn in this life, he is the emperor and she is the concubine.
He promised her a lifetime of glory, even though the country was picturesque, it was not as good as the cinnabar between her brows.
But in the end, he was thrown into the cold palace and given a glass of wine to end his life.
After drinking the poisoned wine, she remembered everything from her previous life at the last moment.
The last thing she saw was him coming in a hurry.
It's great, I never regret falling in love with you.
……
She met him again.
The contract between life and death is broad, she said to him,
"I never regret falling in love with you."