Lu Zhiyuan watched the stubborn and resolute figure walking away, feeling as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart. As she moved farther from him, the physical pain began to subside, but his emotional agony only intensified. In his chest, his heart was metaphorically being torn apart.
Once upon a time, they were like a pair of moths, willing to embrace the flame even though they knew it would consume them. They flew towards the light, towards the fire, and if they couldn't love each other, they chose to die together.
Lifetime after lifetime, it always ended in tragedy.
Even if they loved each other again, they couldn't resist the gears of fate, and on the Three Lives Stone, they had no karmic ties.
Lu Zhiyuan covered his face in pain. "Cici, I'm sorry!"
