Peach Blossom Sea, A Love That Became a Calamity

His soul was split in two, tormenting his body and mind every moment. The death of his other identity brought back many memories long sealed away. She had been jilted, had tried to end her life, drunk water from the River of Forgetfulness, and risen from the ashes. In the end, she sat soundly atop a cloud, dozing. He followed her in silence all the way, just so he could catch her if she fell from the clouds.

Lian Zhao was the foremost beauty of the Celestial Realm and Lian Family Fort. Her peach-blossom face and peerless grace captivated all who saw her. Unfortunately, people mocked her for twenty thousand years, and for no reason other than that the immature Third Prince of the Celestial Court had broken off their engagement! That wasn’t even the worst of it. The eldest grandson of the Celestial Emperor, the Third Prince’s own nephew, had been coming to propose to her for five hundred years! What a disaster. How unlucky could she be to run into people like them?!

Why didn’t they tell her sooner that they weren’t blood siblings? Why wait until she had spent thirteen thousand years in despair and grief before telling her, “Don’t cry. It was all a lie, just to trick a fool like you”? Was she sad, despairing, resentful? She had long forgotten. In truth, she no longer even knew what pain was.

When Lian Sheng, his face bright red, asked if she wanted to move into Qian Palace, all she could manage was two tears of relief that he was still alive. She felt no excitement or trepidation at all. In that moment, she knew that the heart that had died because of him would never come alive for him again. And in that moment, she finally let go.

As for the Demon Lord Yin Shu, well, it’s a long story. I can’t say if it makes me happy or sad. I only have three children in my whole life, and he took two of them. Was it really so hard to leave one for Ruo Fan?! Fine, if you don’t agree, can’t we at least put off having a third child for now?! Demon Lord, aren’t you a little too domineering?

Don’t talk to me about who let whom down. When I was being let down, you lot were still hiding somewhere playing! And don’t tell me so-and-so owes someone a debt of love. Love is a muddled account to begin with. Who owes whom, and how can anyone say for sure?!

No one in this world has wronged me. The only one who has is you, Yin Shu. You promised to stay by my side as we watched the world grow old, through every rise and fall of the tides. Why, in the end, did you leave me alone in the sea of peach blossoms, consumed by longing?