Over the vast East Sea, waves surged high; beneath its surface, all was desolate.
“If there’s a next life… I swear, I would never—never choose to meet you again.”
The girl’s pale face carried a faint smile. She was already stunning, and in her weakness, that smile tugged all the more painfully at the heart. The crashing waves and the collapsing palace around them suddenly seemed trivial in comparison.
The man in black held her in his arms. His cold expression didn’t change, but a flicker of something dark passed through his eyes—so fast it seemed like an illusion. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, his voice calm and confused.
“You could’ve come with me.”
Then she wouldn’t have had to die.
“And let me watch my family and my people die in this flood?” she murmured, her tone dreamy and distant. “I still remember… the day we first met. We were picking shells together… no, it was me picking them, and you just stood there watching. I remember thinking—why does this man act like he’s so far above everything? It made me feel like a silly little kid…”
“You were a child,” he said.
Compared to his thousands of years, her few hundred were nothing but a blink.
“That’s why I always said you were no fun…” She smiled again, coughing up another mouthful of blood. She didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand to wipe it away. Instead, she asked offhandedly, “I must look terrible right now…”
“No,” he said, “you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire divine realm—not even the demon realm has anyone who compares.”
It should have been a romantic thing to say, but coming from him in that flat, emotionless tone, it sounded less like affection and more like a dull statement of fact.
And so, she couldn’t accept it—not the way she’d fallen for him while he remained so cold and distant. In the end, she asked him one last question.
“Jun Yu… did you ever love me?”
Love?
What even was love?
Jun Yu didn’t understand.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
“Then why… why did you say you wanted to take me back to the demon realm?”
“I just… didn’t want you to die.”
She forced out a laugh, as bright as ever.
“You’re still so honest when you speak… Jun Yu, you always said I was the one who refused to grow up. But really… you’re the child.”
He stubbornly replied, “I’m taking you to the demon realm.”
“No… I won’t go. I’m of the divine realm, born of the dragon clan. I will never… never let you turn me into a demon.”
“It’s the only way to save you.”
Her spiritual energy was already depleted. She’d die soon, but if he could infuse her with demonic energy, she might survive—though it would mean her transformation from god to demon.
“Jun Yu… why force this on yourself?” she said weakly. “No one knows you better than I do. You’re someone who doesn’t understand emotions… so even if I die, you won’t truly grieve. You don’t need to force yourself to look like you’re worried about me…”
He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off first.
“I still… still prefer it when you coldly tell me… ‘stop being reckless.’ Every time you said that, it only made me want to act out more. Like now… I went and killed myself…”
A single tear slipped from her eye. He reached out and brushed it away.
“You said… you hated crying.”
“This will be… the last time I cry in front of you, Jun Yu…” Her voice was barely a whisper now. “You hurt me so deeply… If there is a next life, I do want to see you again—but only to stab you in the heart… so you can feel what pain is…”
At last, she closed her eyes.
And said no more.
A long, long time passed. The man in black, as still as a statue, finally spoke.
“The next life… then I’ll wait for you.”