The water was icy cold. My breathing was faint, and as the weeds wrapped around me, leaving me unable to struggle, Xu Yilong thought that this time he was probably done for. Then a streak of white light plunged in. He felt the warmth of the one who had come to save him against his face. It was so warm. The red hue of the hibiscus was beautiful. Before closing his eyes, Xu Yilong thought that once again, he had been saved.
To Fu Qing, mortals would always be more beautiful than demons, and more likely to stir her pity. She couldn't bear the way someone accused her with the most direct gaze, a question from the depths of a mortal soul that burned like hellfire, scorching her heart. Perhaps that was why she kept giving in, again and again.
Through the cycles of the world, enduring every hardship and wandering through endless rebirths: if it was all to meet you, then perhaps it was worth it.
Fu Qing, if the barriers of time and space are finally broken, does that mean I can step forward and come to you? Will you no longer be a god beyond my reach, yet always on my mind?
