"If I had known it would harm you so, I should have never met you in the first place."
"Qing'er, I'm sorry..."
As Zhao Cheng's body dissipated completely, he reluctantly glanced at Liu Qing, then looked up at Wu Jiuling in the sky, smiling as he bid farewell,
"Teacher, your disciple... is leaving."
With those words, Zhao Cheng vanished into countless sparks, scattered by the wind from the void.
Su Changqing turned his head, his eyes slightly reddened, while above, Wu Jiuling extended one trembling hand.
"Brother Cheng!"
"Brother Cheng!"
"Zhao Cheng! Come back, sob sob..."
The woman let out a hysterical cry, desperately and hopelessly trying to grasp at the vanishing lights, but to no avail.
She woke up, recovering her senses from the tremendous blow of Liu Cheng's appearance and disappearance.
But at this moment, she wished she could remain deranged, living forever in her own world, rather than, upon waking, face this separation of life and death.
