Tan Qingying leaped from the Black Emperor’s back using the last of her strength. She threw her dry and frail arms around Li Xiaofei from behind. Her heart pressed against his back as if she were trying to use its still-beating warmth to reignite the dying flame of life in Li Xiaofei’s heartless body.0

But it was all in vain. Tan Qingying could clearly feel the body in her arms growing colder with every passing second. She could also feel, unmistakably, that her own energy, her life force, and her very soul were all being drawn out of her.0

She watched as her body withered rapidly, like a yellowed leaf falling from a branch in late autumn. It was drained of moisture, and stripped of vitality. Still, Tan Qingying did not let go. Instead, she held on tighter.0

If life must one day come to an end, then Tan Qingying did not long for some perfect, ideal finale. To have their love reach its peak, only to be severed in that moment...0