Jin Guangyao has ever thought about protecting Lan Xichen's innocence in this fairy world where fish and dragons are mixed.
He did indeed do it, even if the new moon passed through his heart.
People like Jin Guangyao know their fate very well. A son of a prostitute whose hands are stained with countless blood and hatred, and a despicable child, will not be able to find peace after death.
He maliciously speculated that either his head would be hung on the Jinlin Tower and be infamy for thousands of years, or that the Wen family's children in front of hundreds of monks would be crushed and thrown into ashes, and the world would cast aside them.
There was another punch in the face, and the skull made a cracking sound. The scenes in front of him were intertwined in the blur of consciousness. One was the grand golden scale platform, and the other was the nightless city where thousands of people gathered. There seemed to be a faint sound of the piano mixed with it, and there was a thick feeling in the nose. The smell of rust made Jin Guangyao frown, but his consciousness could no longer hold on, and the sounds in his ears gradually faded away... That's all, the seventy-two peach wood nails and the man's carefully selected coffin made even the requiem smell extremely unpleasant. Where did the sound of the piano come from...
Intention: Reunion after breaking the mirror?