"And..."
Shang Miaoyan finally turned her head back slowly. She tried to force a comforting smile for him, but her eyes could no longer hold the tears welling within them. A single, clear stream trickled down unexpectedly, leaving a glistening trail on her pale cheek.
"When the time comes... Xiaohan, you must teach me... how you're supposed to treat someone you love."
The corners of Shang Miaoyan's lips lifted slightly. Even without a trace of makeup, she was so beautiful that Pei Yuhang knew he would never be able to forget her smile.
"I really, really want... to become a good woman... one you could learn to like!"
...
High in the sky.
Yuan Tianming stood on the deck of a Yin Yang Sacred Land warship, gripping the railing before him so tightly his knuckles turned white.
