"No! No!!"
Jiang Hanxi knelt on the ground, her face covered in tears, and hurriedly picked up the blue moon bracelet, which had become a pile of scrap metal.
What devastated her even more was that the red string on her wrist, which should have been indestructible, also caught fire and eventually slowly broke in two.
The red rope of divine souls floated down from Jiang Hanxi's blood-soaked hand and landed lightly in the blood that Wang Feng had transformed into, staining it even more crimson.
The soul within the red rope had long since vanished without a trace, turning into a ray of light that drifted away with the wind.
"Why! Why! Waaaaah..."
Jiang Hanxi collapsed to her knees on the ground, frantically picking up the broken pieces of the bracelet and the red string, her face streaked with tears.
Lin Fan and Huan Tianying watched this scene in silence. Lin Fan felt a lump in his throat, remembering how he and Huan Tianying had always felt the same way.
However, their ending was much better than that of the ill-fated couple.
At least Huan Tianying is still alive, and there is still hope that she can be reborn as a human in the future.
However, Wang Feng was directly turned into blood and water, and could not be restored. His body and soul were completely destroyed, and there was no possibility of survival.
As Wang Feng's ninth incarnation died in extreme pain, Jiang Hanxi no longer had this only support in the world.
A tumultuous nine-life entanglement slowly came to an end at this moment...
This was perhaps the greatest punishment Wang Feng had previously mentioned to himself, the punishment he felt for Jiang Hanxi killing him eight times over...
Several years later...
In a magnificent palace on an unknown continent, Jiang Hanxi, dressed in a white dress and with black hair, sat in an extremely desolate room.
Tears streamed down her chin and fell onto the wooden table, leaving damp spots on it.
In Jiang Hanxi's hand was a delicate little rattle drum, which was the reason she was crying.
Jiang Hanxi stared intently at the small, clean, white rattle drum, her eyes filled with tears.
The little boy who used to beg for mercy has long since disappeared, leaving only a clean and tidy little rattle drum.
It's not quite right to say it's clean and tidy, because there's a familiar little girl pattern on the back of the rattle drum.
However, the little girl was no longer pointing at the side of the rattle drum, but was curled up with glistening tears streaming down her face.
[wait for me......]
Tears streamed down Jiang Hanxi's pretty face as she sat blankly in her chair, holding a rattle drum, recalling Wang Feng's last words.
After all these years, is there really any chance that my husband is still alive?
But... that was his last life...
Thinking of this, Jiang Hanxi couldn't hold back her tears and they flowed again. She felt extremely distressed looking at the rattle drum in her hand.
She wasn't as brain-dead as Huan Tianying, who mistook Lin Fan for Wang Feng, for her husband.
Wang Feng is Wang Feng, and Lin Fan is Lin Fan. No matter how similar they are, Lin Fan can never be Wang Feng.
Ever since Lin Fan brought her to this new continent.
She then gathered all her and Wang Feng's belongings inside the Yan Suo Tian Tower, and then resolutely turned and left, looking utterly dejected.
More than a decade later...
The amethyst earrings beside Jiang Hanxi's ears shimmered with light, fully assisting her in cultivating her icy immortal power.
It wasn't until Jiang Hanxi had cultivated for several days and finally slowly stopped that the Netherfrost Purple Crystal Earring gradually returned to normal.
Over the years, Jiang Hanxi had been numbing herself with cultivation, but she still couldn't help but take out the things Wang Feng had given her.
Among them, the one she took out the most was a photo she had recorded before, which was an image of Wang Feng wearing her white dress.
Just like now, Jiang Hanxi's captivatingly cold eyes were fixed on Wang Feng in the image in mid-air, not wanting to look away for even a moment.
Wang Feng, still fuming about being dressed in women's clothes while being photographed in mid-air, brought back memories for Jiang Hanxi.
Seeing her husband's embarrassed expression in the photo, Jiang Hanxi couldn't help but smile slightly.
But... her vision began to gradually become foggy.
Jiang Hanxi raised the back of her hand and gently wiped the corner of her eye, ignoring the wetness on her hand, her eyes not wanting to leave the image lingering in the air for even a moment.
Jiang Hanxi watched it countless times, and each time the image on the recording stone automatically disappeared, she would inject her immortal power again.
"My husband... I will break through to the Great Emperor realm in a few days."
"When...will we get married?"
Jiang Hanxi slowly lowered her eyes, her misty vision fixed on the lifelike clay figurine of Wang Feng carved in her hands.
There was also a trace of chaotic immortal power inside maintaining the shape of the little clay figure, which made Jiang Hanxi feel a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Didn't you say... after we got married, we would have two babies, not ascend to heaven, and live in the mortal realm?"
"You told me to wait for you, but... will you really come back...?"
Jiang Hanxi, who is usually quiet and reserved, was now talking non-stop like a chatterbox while holding the little clay figure.
In the bedroom, which was completely sealed by a top-grade Saint-level formation, Jiang Hanxi held a small clay figure under the image-recording stone in mid-air.
Her pretty face was still wet with glistening tears, and her red lips rose and fell as she spoke many, many words.
Finally, exhausted from crying, she lay down on the cold ground, clutching the little clay figurine Wang Feng had carved, and fell into a deep sleep...
The next morning, Jiang Hanxi slowly woke up and subconsciously wanted to snuggle in her husband's warm embrace as usual.
But as soon as she started to think, the warmth she was supposed to feel didn't come; instead, she was greeted only by the cold air.
From this day forward, she will never have a husband again.
There is no more...husband...
My husband is a liar! Just like my mother, a liar!
I promised I would never abandon her no matter what, but where are you now?!
Jiang Hanxi lay on her side on the ground, tightly hugging Wang Feng's clay figurine with both hands. Tears streamed slowly down her face as she blamed Wang Feng in her heart.
At this moment, she lay on the ground, not wanting to move an inch, letting tears stream down her face.
At that moment, she really, really wanted her husband to come and pick her up as usual.
Then, while saying she'd become lazy, he would still gently pick her up, making her feel a sense of peace and contentment.
Jiang Hanxi lay on the ground, hugging Wang Feng's clay figurine, crying with red eyes, like an unwanted child, extremely pitiful.
But she was still alone and desolate. Wang Feng would never come over to wipe away her tears and gently pick her up again.
Jiang Hanxi lay on the cold ground and cried for an unknown amount of time, until she fell into a deep sleep again, holding Wang Feng's little clay figure in her arms.
In the past, when Wang Feng was around, she could always sleep soundly in bed.
However, whenever Wang Feng was in the bed, she would always be teased until her face turned red with embarrassment, and in the end, she would have no choice but to submit to Wang Feng.
But now, it seems she doesn't care whether she has a bed or not...
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