Summary
On my wedding night, I knelt upon the Immortal Execution Platform, still clad in my bridal robes, as Ning Shubai personally drove his sword into my heart. The entire sect cursed me for consorting with demons, while he alone stood there with bloodshot eyes, asking one last time: “Ji Shuyue, did you lie to me or not?”
As the rain began to fall, I nodded with a smile, swallowing the truth along with the blood in my throat.