One day.

Snow flurried!

Man Qingting sat in front of the copper mirror, making herself up, while Ye Heng admired her silhouette from behind.

"Uh!"

Suddenly, Man Qingting spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior sister!" After shouting loudly, Ye Heng rushed forward and grabbed Man Qingting's shoulders. "What's wrong with you?"

To Ye Heng's astonishment, the blood Man Qingting spat out was black, and it seemed to emit a cold mist.

Ye Heng's shout not only startled and made the infant boy on the bed cry but also alarmed the master in the neighboring thatched cottage. On entering the room and seeing Man Qingting's pale face, the master with his white hair turned ashen, crying out mournfully, "Daughter!"

Man Qingting looked at her father, and said weakly, "Dad, your daughter is going to leave. Thank you for always taking care of me. What I owe you, I can only repay in the next life!"

The master covered his face and wept, then buried his head in his hands and cried bitterly.

"Senior sister, what do you mean by those words?" Ye Heng asked with a hoarse voice, an expression of disbelief on his face. "Didn't master say you just had a cold in the lungs?"

A line of crystalline tears fell from Man Qingting's eyes as she looked sideways at Ye Heng, her eyes filled with reluctance.

After pausing, she struggled to speak, "I'm sorry, there is something I've been hiding from you. I've had an incurable disease since I was young. When I decided to keep you with us, it was because I worried that one day when I'm no longer here, you could stay by my dad's side, so he wouldn't have to die alone."

As she spoke, Man Qingting's pale hand, devoid of any blood color, slowly reached out, tenderly touching Ye Heng's face, her voice fading, "You promised me you would take good care of the child..."

Before she finished speaking, Man Qingting's hand fell from Ye Heng's face. She was gone, without leaving a word of affection! From that moment on, this was destined to become the greatest regret of Ye Heng's life.

"Senior sister!" Ye Heng roared.

"Daughter!"

Even after Man Qingting was buried, Ye Heng didn't shed a single tear, an emotion that Chen Hao deeply understood, having felt the same way not long ago when his grandfather died.

It was a profound despair!

At the same time, Chen Hao also understood that what Man Qingting had entrusted Ye Heng with on her deathbed—to take good care of the child—was actually her way of wanting Ye Heng to live well, just as she had wanted the master to accept Ye Heng as a disciple in those years.

Man Qingting was a clever woman, and also a pitiable one! Chen Hao thought to himself.

At that moment, Chen Hao stopped playing the flute.

When he opened his eyes, Chen Hao realized his eyes were brimming with hot tears. At this moment, he, like his past life Ye Heng, was experiencing the pain of losing Man Qingting, whose ethereal purity and clear smiling visage lingered long in his mind.

Not far away, behind the maple tree.

"Your Majesty, the flute music has stopped. Has he remembered everything from his past life?" Zhao Chong asked, frowning.

"I don't know!" Ye Yuqiao shook her head coldly.

"Can't you know what he's thinking through the Nether King's Heart?"

Suddenly, Ye Yuqiao sobbed and choked out, "But now I daren't know what's in his heart."

"Is Your Majesty afraid that his old feelings will reignite?" Zhao Chong's brow furrowed deeper, "If so, why did Your Majesty still let him recall the memories of his past life?"

"Because of a promise!" Ye Yuqiao said sadly, as the scene where she had spoken with Chen Hao's past life, Ye Heng, in front of the Samsara Path, instantly came to mind. "No matter what choice he makes, I won't blame him. I just hope he won't bear a grudge against me."

Zhao Chong sighed. This was the first time Ye Yuqiao had let down her guard as the Nether King in front of him and opened up to him like a friend. He only hated that he was neither the Ye Heng of yesteryears, enshrouded in murderous aura with a flute in hand, nor the spirited and ambitious Chen Hao of the present.

"Senior sister!" Suddenly, Chen Hao's pained voice came from afar.

Instantly, both Ye Yuqiao and Zhao Chong turned to look at Chen Hao. At that moment, Chen Hao was kneeling on the ground, and under the outline of the silver moonlight, everything about him looked so sad, just like Ye Heng of the past years.

"Let's go!" Ye Yuqiao covered her mouth and wept, thinking that seeing Chen Hao's reaction, she no longer needed to know what was on his mind. Chen Hao was still the Ye Heng of the past, and she was no longer the Ye Yuqiao of those days.

"Your Majesty, what are your plans for the future?" Zhao Chong asked, looking at Ye Yuqiao's retreating figure.

Ye Yuqiao did not respond but walked faster and faster until she finally turned into a black shadow, vanishing within the maple forest.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Yuqiao had returned to the living room of her home. Looking at the living room, Ye Yuqiao recalled many warm and sweet memories of her time with Chen Hao.

In just a moment, the Chen Hao who had said he would be responsible for her in the future was no longer hers, which made her feel as if her heart was being torn apart. She lay on the sofa, wailing loudly.

Half an hour later.

Suddenly, a familiar scent approached from afar.

Startled, Ye Yuqiao, who had been lying on the sofa, got up and slowly walked to the balcony. In the bruise-like night, Chen Hao was seen gliding over with Qinggong. Watching Chen Hao's piercing gaze in the wind, Ye Yuqiao couldn't help but think of the Ye Heng of the past.

After a while, Chen Hao landed on Ye Yuqiao's balcony.

The two looked at each other, falling into a prolonged silence.

Eventually, Ye Yuqiao couldn't help but cry, her voice hoarse, "I said before, if you still can't let go of her, I won't hate you. I just hope you won't hate me, hate me for once making you like me."

Although she appeared generous, Ye Yuqiao showed a stubborn expression on her face, proudly tilting her tear-stained face, with a hint of fierceness in her eyes.

A long time later, Chen Hao said nothing but took big steps forward and tightly embraced Ye Yuqiao.

Ye Yuqiao's eyes sparkled, and she looked surprised. She had never expected this turn of events and had no idea what Chen Hao's embrace meant. She tried to push Chen Hao away, but her face was squeezed even tighter by his warm hands.

Then, Ye Yuqiao forcefully pushed Chen Hao away.

Ye Yuqiao opened her eyes wide, staring at Chen Hao with a face full of grievance.

Chen Hao smiled and lightly stroked her head, saying, "I know about the past between Ye Heng of the previous life and Senior Sister Man Qingting. It's a sad story."

Ye Yuqiao frowned, her face gloomy as she asked, "And then? What do you think?"

"It feels like reading a novel, to be precise, even more like watching a movie with a strong sense of immersion. Many times, I saw myself as Ye Heng, grieving with him, liking the senior sister with him," Chen Hao said with a bitter smile.

Pausing for a moment, he leaned closer to Ye Yuqiao's face, pinching her cheeks with both hands and smiling, "But novels and movies eventually come to an end. I have to step out of those plots sooner or later and go back to being the original me. I am Chen Hao, not Ye Heng. Ye Heng loved his senior sister in his heart, but not me; the one in my heart is you, Ye Yuqiao!"

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