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Human emotions are as myriad as clouds and mist over the River of Oblivion...

Even with a thousand regrets, they can only be repaid through reincarnation...

A boy struggling against bandits in the Black City of the Desert, a boy watching helplessly as his loved ones die, crying out to heaven and earth in vain, a boy surviving by killing in a dark cave, a boy enduring six years of hardship in the Ice and Snow Night Emperor, a boy filled with hatred and seeking revenge!

Of his twenty-eight years of life, eighteen were spent silently filled with hatred, hurt, and suspicion...

Only the departing figure of his beloved could awaken him from his dream, which had been frozen and cold for so many years!

Love in this life came too late.

The white figure that had disappeared into the distance never looked back, while the scattered plum blossoms fell even more rapidly, like flying snow, obscuring the sky above the valley of flowers...

A cold wind rises in the flower valley...

Blood flowed like a torrent, staining the petals layer by layer...

The last glimmer of light in Ye Chuhan's eyes froze, his hand fell limply to the ground, landing on the thick petals, and the pale, vacant smile on his thin lips was forever frozen in time...

The Tianshan Mountains are icy cold, the River of Oblivion is frigid. Ye Chuhan, who missed her love for a lifetime, can finally be free from loneliness and pain, and peacefully enter into a long and peaceful slumber...

Throughout the ages, he will quietly await the arrival of the next cycle of reincarnation...

People say there is a River of Forgetfulness.

A sip of the River of Oblivion can erase all worldly emotions and hatred...

Even if I drink the waters of the River of Oblivion, I will never forget that in this world there is such a clear and pure white face, nor will I forget that most beautiful moment...

You are dressed in white, your features beautiful, and behind you bloom flowers like deep clouds. I am dressed in plain clothes with black hair, my brows creased with a smile, and the music of my seven-stringed zither never ceases...

If only we could meet again in the next life.

The final chapter is just like the first time we met.

Vol.1

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, spring has arrived once again.

There are many things in this mortal world!

To avenge the Murong royal family, the prosperous dynasty finally sent troops to besiege the Tianshan Snow Sect. Fortunately, the new sect leader of the Tianshan Snow Sect turned the tide at the critical moment and saved the lives of the disciples. However, he went into hiding in the desert and no longer had the power to dominate the Western Regions. The Central Plains Blissful Divine Sect had no more scruples and took this opportunity to extend its power into the western border.

The Murong family of Jiangnan was rebuilt after a catastrophe, but the new master of Murong Manor was not Murong Yin, who was respected by everyone in the martial arts world, but a beautiful one-armed woman, Murong Ci!

In Yangzhou in March, the magnolia flowers are still in full bloom.

Yuan Qing, a servant of the Murong family, rushed out of a pharmacy carrying a packet of medicine and went straight to Murong Yin, who was sitting in a wheelchair reading a book by the roadside.

"Young master, the old woman's medicine is all here. We can go back now."

Murong Yin smiled slightly, closed the book, his clear face still gentle and refined, detached from worldly affairs. "Alright, let's hurry back, or Xiao Ci will worry again."

"yes."

Yuan Qing pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the other side of the long street.

On one side of the long street, a group of people gathered together, seemingly having seen something amusing, and bursts of laughter erupted from time to time.

"She looks really hungry. Maybe if we give her some food, she'll be willing to do anything?"

"Go get me a steamed bun!"

"Part her hair and wash her face. If this girl is really pretty, even if she's an idiot, I'll still take her today!"

...

Laughter erupted from the crowd, and all sorts of offensive remarks rang out, piercing the ears.

In the gaps between the crowd, a small, ragged, and unkempt figure sat in the mud, staring blankly up at those who were mocking and scorning her. She clutched a steamed bun in her dirty hand and smiled foolishly.

That small figure was clearly reflected in Murong Yin's eyes.

He was stunned, his whole body stiffening as he stared at the grinning little beggar, his eyes wide with shock, his fingers gripping the wheelchair handles tightly.

How could it be her!

lotus!

She was a member of Ye Chuhan's Tianshan Snow Clan, how could she have fallen to such a miserable state, smiling foolishly like a mad child.

What kind of painful things did she suffer?!

In his astonishment.

The foolish lotus flower that was being mocked spotted him outside the crowd at a glance. She didn't recognize him at all; she just held the steamed bun in her hand, looked at him, and gave him a silly smile.

Those eyes, however, remained incredibly clear.

Yuan Qing behind him had also recognized Lianhua.