Within the Azure Coffin world, the Lord of the Immortal Realm and the Lord of the Underworld entered reincarnation together and met again in the mortal world.
In the unseen depths of fate, it was as though an invisible hand had been manipulating destiny. Those meant to meet would always meet; no one could change it.
The youth was valiant and accomplished at a young age. He entered and left the imperial court, rising step by step to become a marquis and prime minister.
The youth's path grew ever swifter, yet ever lonelier.
The woman who had reincarnated time and again still failed to live past thirty in this life. Her dazzling existence vanished at its most beautiful moment.
The youth was deeply grieved. Though he held great power and high rank, he could not reclaim the life of the woman he loved.
At this time, foreign tribes from the west invaded, and the nation stood on the brink of collapse.
Entrusted with a crisis, the youth had no choice but to set aside the sorrow in his heart, don armor, and take the battlefield himself.
The battlefield was cruel, where life and death hung by a thread. Whenever he faced mortal peril, that beautiful red-clad figure would always appear before his eyes, resolving his crises time and again.
At last, the foreign tribes were driven back. The youth returned to the capital in triumph, weathered by the years, drawing countless sidelong glances.
In the imperial city, amid the welcoming crowd, a pair of pure and flawless eyes watched the youth. Just as they had in the past, they had not changed in the slightest.
The cycle of fate had never changed. Back then, the little white flower upon the grave had gazed up at the departing back of the