Opening note: This story has a bad ending, but at the end I'll write a parallel world where I can give her the happy ending I selfishly want for her.
No one knew what Liu Gujun heard or thought in her final moments.
Her eyes were half-closed, and a peaceful smile, unlike any she'd ever worn before, rested on her face. She looked as if she were having a beautiful dream.
On the altar behind her was the memorial tablet of her husband. In her hand was the blade she had once given her disciple.
The person she hated was dead. The person she loved was dead, too.
The mortal world is shrouded in darkness, and this was never what I wanted.
I only hope that when I reach the Bridge of Helplessness, I can drink a bowl of Meng Po's soup, forget all grievances, and enter the cycle of reincarnation anew.
Content warning: The male and female leads have an age gap of more than ten years. Please don't read if you can't accept that.
Theme: Never forget your original aspirations
I still haven't finished my thoughts, author.