After that...
Heng'e and Hou Yi spent their days and nights together, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those three years, they had long since become tender and loving, clinging to each other like glue, with no distinction between his and hers. Both had also made great strides in their cultivation.
Jiang Ming naturally entered the high grand witch realm, as effortlessly as water flowing into a channel. With his help, Heng'e also entered the late great demon realm, putting her roughly on a par with him.
After reaching this realm, Heng'e felt much more at ease. Even when she returned and officially emerged from seclusion, she could rightfully claim she had been cultivating in seclusion, because her cultivation really had improved.
Besides, Heng'e had never imagined that she and Hou Yi could gain the approval of Heavenly Emperor Di Jun. It was impossible. The Demon Race and the Witch Race were as incompatible as fire and water, each finding the other intolerable. With constant friction between them, reconciliation was out of the question.
Heng'e remained clearheaded. Once their relationship was exposed-a demon and a witch in love-there was no telling what would happen. Since that was the case, living freely like this was lovely enough.
They envied only the paired mandarin ducks, not the immortals.
That evening, Jiang Ming created another musical instrument, the guzheng, and played "Never Lose, Never Forget" for Chang'e.
"Flowers bloom along the paths, my beloved grows wan; forget not your first resolve, never lose, never forget.
Before the wine cup, the moon sets over lingering jade waters; forget not your original heart, never leave, never forsake."
That night, Heng'e was intoxicated once again.
By Hou Yi's sweet affection, by his heartfelt confession, and by his unmatched talent.
That very