When did she start feeling not so lonely?
For over nine hundred years, she stood aloof, cold, and proud.
Waiting for an elusive hope was truly exhausting.
She was the one trapped in the tower, the prisoner of Irredeemable City.
In Irredeemable City, everyone was wicked, and she was the wickedest, the monarch of sinners.
Yet someone still reached out to her.
Someone stood in the brilliant golden flames and told her there would be light.
I am the light.
"I" am the light.
She used to watch the wind, the rain, the clouds, the stars.
Now she watched Zhu Weiwo.
She liked looking into Zhu Weiwo's eyes the most.
Eyes like cold stars.
But more beautiful than stars.
The light was right there.
At this moment, Zhu Weiwo snapped a spear for her.
It was the Ember Ending Lance, which Zhu Weiwo cherished as life.
At this moment, she felt a clear pain and heard the cracking at the depths of her soul, as if her heart and that long spear were splitting.
