An Mingji handed the bouquet of blooming, beautiful white lilies to the bodyguard beside him, who took it and placed the flowers upright in front of the tombstone.
Staring at the woman on the tombstone, An Mingji's handsome and elegant face bore a sorrowful expression, and his hoarse voice echoed.
"Sister Jin, your vengeance has been fulfilled."
"The revenge is done... Can you rest in peace now?"
That voice pierced through past and present, continuously echoing in Gu Jin's ears.
In the darkness, a restless sleeping person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes.
Still hearing An Mingji's voice lingering, it greatly startled Gu Jin, who swiftly sat up to examine the surroundings.
Still in Qingshan Village, she was not dead, and had not yet endured those painful torments and betrayals.
Gu Jin's breath was unsteady, breathing rapidly and unevenly.
She glanced out the window; the half-moon hung high in the sky, its light spilling onto her through the window.
