Yaobing said I was his most outstanding disciple.
But when I saw him disappear before my very eyes, there was no one left in sight but me.
I would rather become a hopeless fool he couldn't help.
Mixed-blood demons are beings the Heavenly Dao cannot tolerate. For hundreds of years, he was the only mixed-blood demon left in this world, barely surviving under the heavenly lightning. His life should have ended on that fair-weather day, but a tree let him experience the feelings of this world and live on until the years of frost and snow.
In all those years, I don't know whether he ever forgot his hatred. Perhaps, for a moment, he was just like those young men dressed in red, smiling brightly, with nothing on their minds but happiness.
But the tree that gave him happiness died for him in the celestial realm.
Or perhaps it wasn't entirely for him.
At least I still have the chance to be with him.
In our next life, I'll send ten miles of red wedding finery and a sedan chair carried by eight bearers, and tell everyone that in this life, I have only one weakness. His name is Yaobing.
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