It was because Heyue herself didn't see clearly that she believed her sister's words.

Even knowing that Thirteen was innocent, Heyue still didn't want to see Thirteen.

She just wanted to be alone and didn't want anyone to bother her.

These past few days, Heyue has been in a daze every day. Every time she falls asleep, she sees her sister being swallowed by a sea of ​​fire, struggling in pain. She is tormented by intense self-blame and regret, and she is getting thinner and thinner every day.

If Heyue had been more vigilant and sent someone to keep an eye on things, perhaps her sister wouldn't have died.

But then I thought, if someone really has the will to die, who can stop them?

Some things are ultimately unchangeable.

Like Guo Luoluo in history, the elder sister committed suicide by self-immolation.

Ten days passed in this way. One night, Heyue suddenly dreamed of a scene that was no longer a sea of ​​fire, but a familiar world.

Heyue saw a modern Western-style wedding hall, surrounded by people, bustling with activity. A newlywed couple slowly walked into the hall, their faces adorned with satisfied and happy smiles.

As the distance closed, Heyue suddenly recognized the two people. She was both surprised and delighted and hurriedly tried to rush over, but in the blink of an eye, Heyue had already woken up.

Before her was still the familiar, antique world, and she was still Lady Zhaojia, the wife of Prince Yi.

He Yue couldn't help but wonder if everything that had just happened was just a dream? Was it because she missed her sister so much that she dreamt that her sister and Eighth Master walked into the wedding hall together, happy and joyful?

Thinking of this, He Yue's expression darkened again.

Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from beside me: "That's not a dream, it's reality."

He Yue was startled and looked around: "Who are you?"

Because the voice sounded somewhat familiar, He Yue wasn't scared, but rather felt strange.