On Fu Shi's side, he had been waiting for his wife for a long time, but the so-called door to the netherworld in the air didn't open.
It was dark outside, and it was about to rain again.
At this moment, wisps of cold air wrapped around him from all directions. Fu Shi fell asleep once again.
—-
When Fu Shi opened his eyes again, Shen Chun was standing in front of him in a red dress.
Shen Chun was clearly on a small mound not far from him, but he couldn't approach her no matter what.
It was as if they weren't from the same world.
Behind her beautiful curves, there was wildfire and desolation.
It was rare for Shen Chun to put on heavy makeup. Her face became even more defined than usual, and the cold expression on her face became even clearer.
Dark fire flickered in her cold eyes, as if it wanted to devour everything.
