Has the Emperor Lord Gone to the Crematorium Today?

Yan Chen is the supreme Emperor of the Nine Heavens. He has no compassion for the suffering of others, only an imposing presence and a ruthlessness that chills the blood.

Su Xing still remembers the breathtaking brilliance and unforgettable tenderness of his first meeting with Yan Chen. He also remembers all too well Yan Chen's heartless cruelty when he turned against him.

Su Xing coughed up blood again. Before he could hurriedly wipe the blood from between his fingers, Yan Chen mocked him coldly: "The Empress's acting really is getting better and better."

Su Xing smiled faintly and gave a quiet, unruffled "Mm."

Later, Su Xing's coughing blood grew worse.

The immortal doctor said his body had long been riddled with wounds, and he had also been poisoned. Even as a member of the ancient divine race, there was no saving him.

That cold-blooded, heartless emperor went mad, searching all three realms for a medicine that could save him.

Su Xing watched him search from the highest heavens to the deepest underworld, battered all over and looking like a dog, and comforted him: "You hate me to the bone. I'm about to perish, so you should be happy."

Instead, Yan Chen cried even harder.

Su Xing took him by the hand and showed him how: "Come on, smile."

After all, ever since the moment he learned he had little time left, Su Xing had been smiling.

Theme: Affection that comes too late is worth less than grass.