"Then who am I?"
He fell silent.
"Am I Jiu Mei or Su Wan?" Her trembling voice could be heard thousands of miles away.
She saw uncharacteristic sadness written in his eyes.
She raised her eyes and saw snow falling on every corner of this continent. There was no place for her here.
Whatever.
Those who deserve to die are dead, and those who don't deserve to die are not alive.
Her name is Su Wan, but this name is just her code name in this life. Because everything she has experienced since birth, all her sweet past, all her hard work, all her tragic expectations, are all futile phantoms and ravings that will only lead her to the same ending, and this ending belongs to another person in her body.
After living for three hundred years and becoming a god, he finally tasted betrayal. The one she loved cut open her chest in the name of justice, and locked the fragments of her soul in the pool of no life in order to prevent her from being reborn.
When Jiu Mei's soul rushed out of Wusheng Pond, she asked Su Wan, "Did you see it clearly?"
Su Wan still just asked, who am I?
Jiu Mei hugged her into his arms, "You are me."
The damned people are all dead, with no lovers, no clansmen, no friends, and no gods. There was silence here, the silence after the chaos.
Su Wan and Jiu Mei, no, Qingxue Xuanhu, slowly walked towards the void. The massacre was over, and they spent their last lives in exchange for a new spring on this continent.
She transformed into golden fragments and scattered them to every corner of the continent.
Intention: There is no reason or right, you just have to accept your fate