Flower Soul of Rebirth

Two hundred years of prohibition, when her flower soul had long been as indifferent as water, she still remembered the young figure covered in blood but still peerless; She still couldn’t forget her fiancé who was willing to lose his eternal life for her.

After two hundred years of searching, when he finally stepped into the special position above the people of the Demon Realm, he still couldn’t let go of the blood-red figure that was imprinted in the depths of her core spirit, whose life and death were unknown…

At first glance, he saw a familiar face.

The second time he focused his gaze, it was that distinct and unfamiliar aura!