In the end, he was just a piece of clothing...
Ha... haha.
A wretched smile appeared on Gu Jingyan's lips.
The handsome young man's face was pale without a trace of blood, plummeting through the stormy winds and rain.
Yet the scene in his mind did not stop.
After Emperor Fu Xi drank that cup of wine from Nuwa, he boldly shrugged off the Golden Flame Battle Armor. His strong chest exuded a sense of power, and his slender arm reached out to embrace the petite woman offering the wine.
Who knew.
Nuwa gracefully turned around, her steps fluid like clouds and water, striding to the edge of a mist-shrouded cliff on the Ninth Heaven.
She looked back and smiled, calmly and resolutely:
"Brother, compared to marrying you, I'd rather leap off this celestial cliff, sever my divine roots, and be annihilated in this world!"
"No——"
The man's anguished voice echoed at the edge of the cliff.
It was a moment too late.
