Su Mo is reborn.

The rain ceased, just as it had come, without warning. The sorcerer had long vanished into the boundless night. Reborn, Su Mo descended the altar step by step, like a blood-red rose blooming in the darkness, exuding a graceful and captivating aura. She walked toward Luo Chen and nestled against him, her arms gently embracing him. “Brother Chen, I’m back.”

Those few words jolted Luo Chen from his reverie. He said nothing, but his gaze remained fixed on Qiao Wei’s lifeless form, deep remorse and sorrow reflected in his crimson eyes. Luo Xuan stepped forward and lifted Qiao Wei, carefully arranging her damp hair. The fringe fell over Luo Xuan’s eyes, concealing any trace of emotion. Rising, he prepared to leave with Qiao Wei.

“Wait!” Luo Chen unexpectedly shoved Su Mo aside and rushed toward Luo Xuan, blocking his path and reaching out, wanting to touch Qiao Wei. Luo Xuan swiftly deflected his hand.

Luo Xuan’s eyes glowed a vivid red, radiating danger. A tree behind Luo Chen toppled instantly. “Move aside. Don’t touch her.”

With that, he skirted around Luo Chen and departed. Rhine, standing nearby, did not spare Luo Chen a glance, but followed Luo Xuan out of the place. Su Mo’s amber eyes were filled with resentment, yet she composed herself and walked over, quietly taking Luo Chen’s hand and standing beside him in silent companionship.

“Rhine, give Qiao Qiao a bath and change her into clean clothes.” Upon returning to the palace, Luo Xuan gently placed Qiao Wei in the bathtub, then withdrew.

“Yes,” Rhine replied, her voice trembling. The sound of splashing water masked her sobs.

When Rhine, eyes red from crying, moved Qiao Wei from the bathroom to the sofa, she noticed Luo Xuan entering with a human who had clearly been bewitched. Luo Xuan took the hair dryer from Rhine’s hands and proceeded to dry Qiao Wei’s hair, his slender fingers running through her jet-black locks. His movements were gentle, as if Qiao Wei were merely sleeping.

“Go rest in your room. I’ll stay with Qiao Qiao.” After a while, Luo Xuan set down the hair dryer, sat beside Qiao Wei, and held her cold hand in his own.

“Your Highness, Qiao Wei has already…” Rhine’s voice was choked, though she dared not cry aloud.

“Go to your room,” Luo Xuan said, his tone firmer. Rhine bowed respectfully and withdrew to her quarters.

Luo Xuan’s elegant fingers softly caressed Qiao Wei’s lifeless hand. He gazed tenderly at her face, pure as a white rose, then pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, “I’m sorry, Qiao Qiao. Don’t be afraid. No matter what happens, I’ll always stay by your side.”

The cool night breeze stirred the curtains. As darkness gradually receded, the first pale light appeared on the horizon. At last, this night had come to an end.

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Friend: A dirge all the way—Yu Ning, your plot is so melodramatic!

Yu Ning: No, no, it’s actually quite lively. Didn’t Su Mo come back to life?

Friend: Shut up! The problem is you killed off the heroine!

Yu Ning: =＿=||