"Qing'er, I've come to take you home."
The man's voice was gentle, and it gave her a feeling of being in a different world.
Feng Ruqing stepped forward and walked toward the man.
"Jiu'er!"
Behind her came the anxious voice of a young man.
Feng Ruqing turned around; her gaze was as clear as water, but with a touch of determination.
"I've remembered all of it.
"You are not Nan Changfeng. Nan Changfeng has died. The person I love now is called Nan Xian. I was seriously injured not long ago, and I'm unconscious now. You don't exist.
"That was why you told me that anything I want would appear here. But as long as I did not think of something, it was all darkness.
"I forgot being Feng Ruqing and only remembered myself as the Ninth Emperor, so the person who appeared was Nan Changfeng. Unfortunately, I have to return to my own world, after all. Those I love and those who love me are still waiting for me over there."
