Murong Fengyun rode his horse to the front of the tombstone. He dismounted and almost fell. Looking at the grand-looking tombstone through his blurry eyes, he could roughly see the poem inscribed on stone. I do not regret planting this deep affection and am willing to travel alone; if we are still destined in our next life, I would rather betray the heavens and not you!
"Xiu Xiu… my beloved daughter… are you really gone?" Murong Fengyun stood lifelessly and motionlessly as tears dropped onto the ground. Only his snow white hair was blown by the wind. He touched the tombstone, just like how he would gently stroke his young daughter…
The violence before the graveyard stopped as he became everyone's focus.
Suddenly, Murong Fengyun hollered madly, "Xiu Xiu! How shall I live without you…" His voice was filled with pain and pity. It was as if his poor girl was still standing before him just like eighteen years ago, begging him…