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A woman in a long white dress sat on the swing, with a white silk veil covering her eyes. The breeze blew through the Yan Hua Pavilion, but now it was as quiet as death. A faint fragrance wafted over, and Hongyan knew in his heart that the person behind him was Zi'an. "Hong'er, are you so tired of me? You have never said a word in the past year," Hong Yan said in a calm voice while swinging gently. "Is this the result you want?" "Only in this way can I keep you by my side." "Congratulations, you did it!" Hong Yan stood up, stretched out his hands, slowly turned around and groped towards the room. Zi'an quickly stepped forward and took Hongyan's hand, hugging Hongyan tightly. "I can stay with you until you and I are wiped out. We will be together for tens of thousands of years, okay?" Hongyan didn't struggle. Zi'an was the Emperor of Heaven with powerful magic, so he could only let Zi'an hold him. Hongyan sneered and raised his head, seeming to be looking at Zi'an. "I am a useless person now, with no magic power, no eyes, no Ye Xuan..." "That's enough, I told you not to mention him in front of me!" Zi'an roared and pushed Hongyan away, and Hongyan suddenly fell to the ground. Hongyan laughed desperately, and Zi'an never expected that Hongyan would fall. Zi'an hurriedly squatted down and reached out to help Hongyan. "Hong'er, I'm sorry-" Hong Yan's hand that she just held was violently thrown away and she roared. "What's the point of living like this even if I'm on par with the sky!" Zi'an froze in place, and Hongyan calmed down for a while before he groped his way up from the ground.