Tushan, inside an ice cave on Twin Peaks.
Unlike her usual attire, Tushan Honghong was dressed in pure white at this moment, making her look... even purer and more beautiful. But the expression on her face was heartbreaking.
Honghong held a large bouquet of flowers and a food basket as she slowly approached the little Daoist's body lying on the ice, placing the flowers beside him.
"Are you... doing well?"
"...I miss you so much!"
Looking at the ugly little Daoist on the ground, Tushan Honghong spoke softly. Her eyes were filled with... sorrow and longing. At this moment, she was no longer the King of Tushan, only a pitiful young girl.
Because of this little Daoist, Tushan Honghong had gained strength at the level of a Demon Emperor.
But how could power born of love not leave one wounded by love?
Honghong opened the food basket and placed everything she had prepared beside the little Daoist, spreading the flowers over him... Then she simply stared blankly at him, motionless.
Looking at the little Daoist before her, it was as though she had returned to that day—the day she had killed him with her own hands. Almost every night, Honghong dreamed the same dream, then woke with a start the instant her hand pierced through the little Daoist's body!
Honghong braced herself against the ground with both hands. At some point... tears had begun to well up uncontrollably in her eyes before continuously falling.
"I've gradually handed Tushan's affairs over to Rongrong... Because aside from your dream, there's no longer room in my heart for anything else."
"My family, my work, my life... none of it feels important anymore..."
Everything, to Tushan Honghong... seemed to have become unimportant. Only one thought remained in her heart: fulfill the little Daoist's wish