"God King Qianye?" Hua Qingcheng murmured softly, a hint of doubt and confusion in her cold eyes.

Hearing this name, Qianye's hands paused slightly, and the melodious music of the piano suddenly stopped. He raised his head, and a complex expression flickered in his deep eyes: ecstasy, uncontrollable excitement, bitterness and helplessness, and a hint of confusion and hesitation... all these emotions intertwined, making it difficult to understand.

Finally, Qianye could no longer suppress his inner surprise and excitement. He stood up from the bedside, took a big step forward, and then without hesitation stretched out his arms and hugged the woman sitting on the bedside in front of him tightly. His hug was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

"Xingyue, do you know that I have been waiting for you for tens of thousands of years..." Qianye's voice was low and affectionate, as if it contained endless longing and attachment.

However, before Qianye could finish his words, Xingyue, who had just regained her memory for a moment, suddenly fell into chaos again. Her eyes became empty and lifeless, and her body collapsed limply. Qianye hurriedly reached out to support her, but could only watch helplessly as she fell into a coma again.

“Ahhh~”

Qian Ye, holding Hua Qingcheng in his arms, couldn't help but howl to the sky, his heart filled with despair and anger.

"Damn God! Why are you teasing me like this? Do you really want me to be forever separated from the stars and the moon?"

Qianye's roar resounded throughout the entire Dark Temple, echoing in every corner and lingering for a long time.