Murong Li's gaze fell on the young man in black.
Countless doubts and uncertainties churned in her eyes, which had only just regained their clarity.
This man...
He had intervened at the most critical moment and single-handedly brought about her rebirth.
But...
Among all the tributaries of fate she could see after awakening her "prophecy" ability... he had never appeared.
Why...?
Because he was an Immortal King?
A thousand questions surged into her heart, yet in the end, she asked none of them.
Si Chen met her gaze, merely smiled faintly, and gave her a polite nod.
Murong Li drew a deep breath, pressed all her questions back into her heart, and bowed deeply toward Si Chen.
That bow was to thank him for giving her a new life.
Then she turned to the young man beside her, who was still wearing bright red wedding robes.
Zhou Yan was staring blankly at her.
The "monster" whose face had been covered in scars and whose eyes had been muddled just moments ago had become a peerlessly lovely fairy with a gentle bearing in the blink of an eye.
The change was so drastic that his mind could not quite keep up.
As Murong Li looked at Zhou Yan's dazed expression, her eyes were filled with complicated feelings.
Guilt, gratitude, shyness, and a trace of... uncertainty.
She walked up to Zhou Yan and dipped into another deep bow.
"Young Master Zhou, words of thanks cannot repay such a great kindness."
With her head lowered, she spoke softly and gently.
"Everything that happened before was truly the result of my father and me... taking the wrong path in our search for a way to survive, subjecting you to much coercion and humiliation."
"I... am overwhelmed with shame and have no face to stand