Your Majesty, I Owe You

The fire in Chaofeng Palace spread and burned for three days and three nights without stopping. After the thick smoke, there was only a pile of ashes, and there was no trace of life. Nan Tianye sat dejectedly next to a pile of black rocks, stroking the pile of ashes with great affection with his hands. The scorching heat instantly made his hands black and red and swollen. He seemed not to notice, and murmured to himself, as if he was in a daze. "Yi Luoyan, you are really so cruel... So cruel... You want to escape from me, but you are so... Unafraid... I will accompany you to heaven and earth. In this life... The next life... For eternity, you can never escape from my grasp... You can never even think..." It's a sadistic novel, please don't enter if your heart load is low!