To love someone is a very happy thing.
But from the day they parted, Han Jing hasn't had a moment that wasn't painful. He knows that as long as he's alive, no matter in what form, whether he's still flesh and blood, or transforms into a fierce ghost, or reincarnates as a human, as long as he still exists in this world, he can't forget, can't let go.
So he doesn't have a choice, nor does he want to choose anymore.
He doesn't know what it would be like for life to start over, whether it would be like how Han Jing said, waiting for a new beginning. He has neither the time nor the energy to think about these things anymore.
He's tired, very tired, wants to end it all.
Shui Jingmo quietly watched Ning Xu. He wanted so much to open his mouth and say, of course not ugly, Xiao Xu is the most beautiful in this world, how could anyone say ugly?
But those words seemed stuck in his throat; he couldn't utter a single word.
