'Reborn like a phoenix rising from the ashes.'
The great monk had not only perfectly described the dream she had but also provided her with the right answer she wasn't particularly expecting.
She was indeed someone chosen by the heavens to receive a miracle—a return to the past after experiencing death.
But what was the purpose of all this?
If she was destined to drain Fei Chuan's life energy, as the great monk had foretold, what was the point of being reborn?
Was this all meant to demonstrate that her fate and Fei Chuan's were entangled like a knot, impossible to untangle and destined to be severed?
It was all ridiculous and unacceptable. All she wanted was for him to be well and recover. How could she be the reason for his...his cruel end?
"...Why? Why does it have to be me? Why does it have to be him?" Bei Sangyun's voice cracked as she questioned the great monk, unable to accept the reality before her. "That cursed fate of the dragon. We don't want it."
