Because he was particularly exhausted, Qin Zhao slept very deeply afterward.
She had a very long dream.
She dreamt of Chu Yan from her past life. He wore a dark robe, his ink-black hair tied high, his whole body emanated a murderous aura, a terrifying aura of slaughter that was even more formidable than the demonic creatures of the Netherworld.
In a daze, Qin Zhao thought that this was his true face.
He approached a dark shadow, and this man, so commanding in his presence, suddenly knelt down.
"I heard that the Netherworld God governs life and death, I want to continue a past relationship with someone."
The Netherworld God told him, "Your grievances have dissolved, and your fate has ended."
She had died, so everything had vanished like smoke.
"No!" he lifted those cold eyes, the teardrop mole under his eyes redder than blood, "As long as she can be reborn, I am willing to pay any price."
