Shi Chan's expression changed slightly, his face filled with self-reproach and remorse. He said sorrowfully, "Liuli, I didn't think of these things. I just... I just wanted you to give me a year, to allow me to find peace of mind..."
Liuli said resentfully, "So you can feel at ease after abandoning me? I once regarded you as my whole world, as my everything!"
She spread her arms and waved her sleeves, coldly shouting, "And you, for the sake of the common people and the righteous path on this Central Plains that have nothing to do with you, and that you don't even know, have abandoned me!"
“Liuli…” Shi Chan felt at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to make Liuli understand that he wouldn’t abandon her, nor had he ever thought of abandoning her. He was only leaving her temporarily to find peace of mind. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and after a long while, he could only weakly say, “I didn’t abandon you. I’m just leaving you temporarily for a year. Liuli, why can’t you just give me a year?”
"I'll forgive you!" Liuli stared coldly at Shichan and said in a chilling voice, "How can I not forgive you? I'll forgive you for the rest of my life, and I'll never care whether you live or die again!"
Shi Chan's body, which was floating in the air, trembled slightly.
The vengeful magic within Liuli's heart raged, turning her heart into a frozen wasteland. She sneered, saying each word with utter deliberation, "Shi Chan, from the moment you left without a word, abandoning me, we had no connection whatsoever. I once forsaken the hatred of my entire clan for you, but now I will reclaim that hatred. I, Liuli, will be mortal enemies with the Buddhist sects of the Central Plains!"
Shi Chan's expression changed, and his face was filled with sorrow.
At this moment, he finally realized what a wrong decision he had made. When he put the letter in Liuli's room, he really did not expect this outcome. If he had known this would happen, he would not have left without saying goodbye, even if it meant killing him.
The pain in his heart brought a tightness in his chest. Shi Chan looked at Liu Li sadly, his voice trembling and weak from the tightness in his heart. He slowly said, "Liu Li, I was wrong. I shouldn't have come out. Let's go back, okay? I swear I will no longer care about the righteous path or the common people. I don't care about anyone. I only ask that you return to the way you were in Queqiao Town."
Liuli gave a cold laugh and said in a chilling voice, "Too late!"
“Liuli…” Shi Chan finally despaired.
Liuli turned her icy gaze away and looked at Liang Yihan, who had been silent all along. She called out coldly, "Liang Yihan."
Liang Yihan bowed to Liuli with his hands clasped together, a smile playing on his lips, and said softly, "It's been a long time, fox."
Liuli looked at Liang Yihan with a sinister gaze. She smiled coldly and raised her right hand to order the group of divine beast youths to kill Liang Yihan.
Suddenly, Liang Yihan stretched out his left hand towards Liuli. The storage ring on his hand flashed, and a scroll appeared out of thin air, flying to Liuli's front.
Liuli looked at the scroll warily and did not reach out to take it.
Liang Yihan withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Take a look, Fox. This is a painting that Haozi left behind before he left. He asked me to give this painting to you no matter what."
"Before leaving?" Liuli still didn't take the painting, but looked up at Liang Yihan and asked in confusion.
Liang Yihan said softly, "Haozi died seventeen years after the Thunderfire Calamity. He did not build an imperial mausoleum for himself, but was buried in a quiet place outside Yingyang City. He did not want any jewels or treasures to be buried with him. He only wanted the set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones that he used most often in his life and all the paintings he painted to be buried with him deep underground."
"Some people have calculated that in the twenty years before his death, he painted more than six thousand paintings, each depicting a woman in white. However, he never actually met that woman more than a few times in his life, so many of those paintings are repetitive."
"Even the eunuchs who were sorting through his burial items didn't understand why he drew so many repetitive pictures. Only I knew that he was afraid he would forget what the woman looked like."
“Xuanyuan Hao…” Liuli murmured, lowering her eyes to look at the scroll in front of her, her gaze filled with confusion as she said, “Is he dead…”
That gentle and refined man, that man with the warm smile, did he ultimately die?
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