Ouyang Xueqing felt that she had been through countless lifetimes, but the truth was, not a long time had passed. She was still curled up like a shrimp beside Mo Yujian, her hand weakly interlaced with his fingers.
She gasped for breath as a sharp pain shot through her entire body, and the center of it was her head.
The King of Hell was still in front of her. Looking exactly the same as before, his eyes shining with curiosity and amusement as if the person that destroyed her core and ended her life wasn't him.
But Ouyang Xueqing couldn't care less about him right now.
As soon as her eyes opened, her gaze had never trailed away from Mo Yujian's face. Countless memories rushed through her mind.