The heavens had feelings, and so they sent down sorrowful rain. The graceful figure in the rain was tragic yet peerlessly beautiful. Her snow-white battle armor only threw the noble bearing of the Rakshasa into sharper relief.
When they first met, they crossed paths as strangers. When they met again, life and death pressed close.
Later, they formed a bond through the Scroll of Earth. When Heavenly Fire Incineration consumed him, she came to save his life.
During those most painful days, when daylight never came and his heart was lonely and cold, the only one who could keep him company was that crimson wedding dress.
Ning Chen's heart ached so fiercely that tears fell like rain. Was it the rain falling, or his tears? At this moment, he could no longer tell.
The torrential rain from heaven washed the blood from their bodies, yet it could not wash away the lingering crimson within those tears.
"Ghost Maiden has no regrets in this life."
Ghost Maiden stroked his face. A gentle smile flickered through her eyes as she spoke softly.
She had no regrets in this life. If there were another life, would she still be willing to meet him again? Ghost Maiden no longer had time to ask. Her slender hand fell, and her body collapsed into the plain-clothed figure's embrace.
His torn heart felt as though a thousand blades were cutting it apart. The arms around her gently drew the woman before him into his embrace, and from that moment on, his heart sank into perdition.
"Ghost Maiden."
His earnest call received no answer. Beneath the curtain of pouring rain, thunder rumbled endlessly, as though weeping in grief for this sorrowful scene in the mortal world.
The Ghost Source and Underworld Source turned into specks of starlight and