Yu'er and the Dragon Emperor were dueling in the sky.
The Qingqiu suffered an unprecedented devastation.
The Fox Emperor used his own techniques to protect Qingqiu, but he still couldn't save everyone.
It wasn't long before the land of Qingqiu was filled with grieving refugees, a sight too tragic to bear.
"Yu'er, if something's the matter, let's go back to the Dragon Clan and talk about it, okay?"
"You need to take care of your health."
The Dragon Emperor knew that Yu'er had had just terminated her own pregnancy.
Yu'er, already pale-skinned, was now even whiter.
That sickly, pathological white.
It was a lie to say that the Dragon Emperor's heart didn't ache, after all, the child was his own.
"It's because I believed your words that I've ended up in such a contemptible state, ridiculed by everyone!"
Yu'er said, her eyes brimming with tears.
"You're the one who said you'd only be good to me in this lifetime."