The Emperor Always Wants to Kill Himself

Once, there was a boy who climbed the heavenly steps with morning dew on his back and brought her into the immortal sect. He told her, “Zhaozhao, from now on, we’ll depend on each other.”

Later, the boy grew up. He was handsome and elegant, cool as the moon. He never showed the slightest warmth toward other women, but with her, every joy and sorrow was written plainly on his face, and she was the only one who ever saw him smile.

He said, “Zhaozhao, when I return from the secret realm, let’s become cultivation partners. I want us to walk different paths that lead to the same destination for the rest of our lives. What do you say?”

Love begins and grows ever deeper. When it comes to an end, she thought... The answer had been there all along, hadn’t it?