It was solely to place a desolate period at the end of a love etched deep in the bones, to ensure he truly witnessed this outcome, allowing them, in the thirty years to come, to at least have a moment where they could both think of each other.
But he still went mad.
The Edict Map handed down by the Immortal Lord shattered his whole heart and spirit in an instant; the spiritual energy that once flowed through him like a fish in water had now become the portal that beckoned disaster. He screamed, clutching his head as he fled, forever becoming a slave to that painting.
A madman confronted by a monster—this was the last time the pair would face each other.
Thus, Li Piaoqing understood from whence this scene before her came—in Yi Danjun's heart, the man had long ceased to be as he was in the small springtime tower. The man who had shown her the vividness of the world had instead become the very thing she was running from, a loyal servant of it.
