Wuyuan

"Everyone says that the Demon Lord is heartless and plays with all living beings. Jiu Che, do you know that from the moment you vanished in my arms, this bottomless abyss has been a boundless hell without you in my life?"

The ancient plum tree in Qinglan Realm, which is a thousand years old, has bloomed again.

Snowflakes fell like petals onto the shoulders of the woman in black standing beneath the tree. She stood there silently, as if she had been frozen in time with this world for millennia.

After the war between the Three Realms ended, Demon Lord Qi Yuan often lingered here. No one knew why she preferred this place; only she herself knew that this was the place of their first encounter, the beginning of that "frighteningly beautiful scene by the plum blossoms."

It was also the beginning of her remaining life, a life sentence.

She opened her palm, and a glittering shard of glass shimmered in the sunlight, but it couldn't reflect the deathly stillness in her eyes.

He once said that he wanted her to have only him in her heart forever.

He did it.

In the most thorough way.

Nowhere else in the world could such pure snow fall into her scarlet eyes.

There is no longer such pure clamor in this world that can penetrate her lifeless abyss.

She once thought she was the one in control, watching him fall in love with him from the sidelines.

Little did she know that she had long been captivated by the pure snowfield in his eyes, willingly burying herself in it.

Now, the snowfields have melted, and all things have perished.

What was left for her was not the pleasure of being in control of everything, but rather a void where even hatred had nowhere to go...

It turns out that the greatest punishment is not death, nor is it oblivion.

Instead, at the cost of his own life and the dissipation of his Dao, he etched an indelible mark into the deepest part of her soul, that of the heartless demon lord.

Let her live alone in this world where he is no longer there, carrying this eternal longing and indebtedness.

From that point on, she was plunged into an abyss...

There was nothing there.

The wind rises, and plum blossoms fall like snow.

She closed her eyes, and it was as if she saw that year again, that clean and clear-minded young man standing by the plum blossoms, a fleeting glance that ruined her life.

It's not his.

It's hers.

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