Shang Miaoyan never dreamed that in her lifetime, she would hear Pei Yuhang say those words—that she was the only one in his heart.
She felt as if something had slammed into her chest, her heart pounding so violently it was about to leap from her ribs. A buzzing filled her ears, as if a thousand fireworks had just exploded with a deafening roar.
But the ecstasy that nearly consumed her lasted only for a moment.
She snapped her eyes shut, took a deep, shuddering breath, and when she opened them again, the blissful haze had been forcibly suppressed, replaced by clarity and pain.
Shang Miaoyan remembered her purpose for coming here—why she had detonated her own body and destroyed a century of Cultivation just so her Nascent Soul could escape.
It was to save Xiaohan.
Though it was heart-wrenching, Shang Miaoyan knew with perfect clarity that the loyalty and love Xiaohan now professed were merely signs of his willpower being eroded after countless cycles of rebirth.
