A hundred years later, Luo Wuji stabbed Yin Qinglan with his sword the moment they met.
Yin Qinglan set herself ablaze, and he went even further, determined to drag her into a mutual explosion.
"Master, since we couldn't be together in life, let's be a pair of ill-fated lovers in the underworld."
Yin Qinglan: "Don't come any closer!"
In the end, both of them died and returned to the underworld.
Reborn, everything was back to square one.
Filled with guilt, Yin Qinglan indulged her wicked disciple in every way.
When he was injured, she went to gather medicinal herbs.
When he was bullied, she stood up for him.
But at some point, her wicked disciple started looking at her strangely.
Then one dark, windy night, Luo Wuji pinned her to the bed.
"Wuji, I was wrong..."
Luo Wuji's voice was low and hoarse. "Master, please just let this disciple fulfill the feelings in his heart."
