However, there was a chasm between them. Anyone who took a step forward would end up dying and leaving the other person alone. Yan Ye had always wanted to marry her, and Beiting Huang had always wanted to plant flowers. It was almost imaginable that after 2,000 years, Yan Ye would be completely injured, and Beiting Huang would be mentally and physically exhausted. That was why she chose to let herself be willful for once, even if it meant turning into ashes.
What she had always wanted was to be his wife and plant red spider lilies in the place where they lived. She wanted to see these demonic flowers swaying in the morning breeze.
Beiting Huang lay on the bed. Her blood was already flowing smoothly, but she didn't want to get up. She moved to the place where Yan Ye had been lying and placed her hand on the pillow he had used. The depression had yet to calm down.
