May We Bloom Together Like Pear Blossoms

That day, blood stained the divine realm. Everywhere I looked, there were only ruins.

Gazing at Ying Li, barely clinging to life in my arms, and the long halberd piercing her body, I cried until my eyes were red and asked, "I didn't do this, right?"

She only smiled and softly spoke four words: "I don't blame you."

If it weren't for me, Ying Li could have succeeded to the throne as Qingqiu's Empress. She would never have ended up like this, and the divine realm wouldn't have become what it was.

But there was no turning back now.