"A work of heaven, a union of earth, a contract made in one place, and a good relationship will last forever."
This was the oath in the marriage contract between the two of them, but Qing Si wrote it out stroke by stroke on the divorce letter.
Seeing those harsh yet intimate words, his throat surged and he vomited a mouthful of blood——
The rice paper was stained with blood, blurring the words "love".
Qing Si calmly picked up the handkerchief and wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth, then changed to a piece of rice paper and continued writing.
"Qing Si of the Que Clan and Qing Xu, the Dragon God of the Dragon Clan, are now destined to be together. They are separated from each other and each is happy. I hereby declare this to the Nine Heavens."
When I put down the pen, my fingertips felt cold.
Now, he has finally given up his thoughts.
Intention: love