Beside the Stone of Three Lives, the moonlight shone like a ribbon.

Ahri stood there with a solemn expression, and the woman in front of her looked particularly lonely in the dappled light and shadow.

The woman lightly touched the Three Lives Stone with her fingertips, whispering, her voice tinged with disbelief and relief: "Indeed, just as I expected, our names are no longer on this Three Lives Stone. Our fate has long since ended."

Not long ago, the Demon Lord returned like a thunderbolt, and there was a girl by his side. She was a mortal he brought back from the human world, but she was the savior he spoke of.

This news, like an icy blade in the cold wind, gradually chilled the woman's heart.

A mortal saves the Demon Lord?

She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the story, but she couldn't laugh out loud; she felt as if a thousand pounds were weighing on her chest.

The Demon Lord still retained some of his former unruly nature. He said that he was taking the woman back to the Demon Realm so that the vast scenery of the Demon Realm would witness his identity and prove that what he said in front of that woman was true, that he was indeed the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.

At that moment, the light that shone in his eyes was the same one she had seen before, the same one that had captured his heart when he fell for her.

But now, it's like a sharp blade, slowly severing the last vestiges of her heart.

His attitude towards that person was both familiar and strange to her, and it made her heart grow colder and colder.

It turns out that no matter how deep or shallow the connection, it can't withstand the torrent of time.

She thought that what was engraved on the Stone of Three Lives was not only her name, but also an irreversible fate. In the end, it was just a joke.

"I thought dreams were all fake. How could a name on the Three Lives Stone be so easily erased?"

She looked at Ahri, who was Ahri's original host, but she had forgotten.

"I don't want to be the Demon Queen anymore, and I don't want that man anymore either. You can have whatever else you want."

The woman slowly dispersed, and the joys and sorrows she had carried within her vanished.

Ah Li looked at the Three Lives Stone in front of her. At that time, she saw with her own eyes that the boy brought her host here. Knowing that their names would not appear on the Three Lives Stone, he stubbornly insisted on carving their names on it.

Later, after his name was engraved, he exhausted his magic and fainted right in front of his host.

The host, who was supposed to leave, ended up staying.

It has only been 30,000 years, but someone else is standing beside him.

Ahri returned to the Demon Realm and looked at it, finding it no different from the human world.

This place should have been filled with demonic energy, but the host used all his points to exchange for a divine artifact.

That artifact allows people in the demon realm to remain unaffected, continue cultivating their magical power, and experience the wind, sun, and the changing seasons, just like people in the human realm.

All of this was because the host fell in love with that person and believed that person was worthy of entrusting one's life to. Now it seems that the host entrusted himself to the wrong person.

"My wife."

He came, and the voice calling her "wife" still carried the same tenderness as before, as if it had never changed.

A faint, exotic fragrance wafted over, and the man smelled of another woman, but he remained calm and even pulled Ah Li into his arms.

Ah Li resisted the urge to smash this man's skull open with a single blow. She said, "Bei Ye, how long have we been together?"

Kitano thought carefully and said, "It's been 30,000 years, my wife. Your birthday is coming up soon. How do you want to celebrate it this time?"

"Let me think about it."

Ahri easily stepped out of Kitano's embrace. She looked around, pretended to be deep in thought, and said, "This time, I want something different for my birthday."

"Yes, I'll grant you anything you want."

"real?"

"real."

"Then I don't want to be the Demon Queen anymore. I want to revisit the places we used to go, get to know you again, and have you propose to me again, okay?"

Ahri looked at Kitano with great anticipation.

"My lady, I will grant your request to revisit this place and ask for your hand in marriage again. But the identity of the Demon Queen cannot be so easily erased."

"See? I told you, you've been lying to me all this time, you're not like you used to be."

Ahri's eyes dimmed considerably, and her tone became dejected.