When they first met, she was running grandly toward the sunlight.
At the end, she attended her finery and took her own life in front of the dressing mirror.
If he had a choice, Shen Hui would rather he had never met her, with no beginning, there would be no end.
Perhaps then, she could have accepted the fate that was not hers to choose.
Like a ruin, she could have lived on.
At this moment, the shadows of yellow leaves falling on the windows of the Buddha Hall were growing denser.
Suddenly, a yellow leaf fluttered in through a crack in the grand doors of the Buddha Hall, and the bloodstained woman named Chun Ya in Sheng Ye's mind suddenly opened her eyes.
She pulled out a pair of scissors, sliced open her chest and abdomen, and took out a still-throbbing, steaming heart.
"Shen Hui, my heart, all for you!"
