The experiences of Xia Ruxue, compared to Yi Lin, have been even more remarkable.
She has been a princess, a little cultivator, an empress, a supreme sect leader, and a company CEO.
The years have not left traces of age on Xia Ruxue's cheeks, but in her eyes, they have crushed the emotions of these years into fragments, filling her eyes and brewing a deep affection.
She is no longer the naive little girl she once was.
Now she is brave, strong, and fearless.
She knows that time waits for no one, and the years show no mercy.
She knows even better that if some people are not cherished in time, a glance back may be forever farewell.
She doesn't want to leave any regrets in the last days of her life.
Even if her words have been hidden for seven hundred years, as long as they bear fruit today, all suffering is worth it.
All the hardships she has endured, if the outcome is beautiful, then it is the best arrangement bestowed by heaven.
In the instant Xia Ruxue uttered those words,
