I Can’t Possibly Take Pity On A Demon

On the day I died, a spring rain started to fall on the world. I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help but think of Yan Chao Sheng. For the past centuries, he had always stood in front of me stubbornly, even taking and blocking lightnings for me. On these naive times , I used to think that he loved me. Until later, he brought back the one who was truly in his heart, a fairy with whom I shared a great likeness. I sighed, how cruel. I gave my last breath too soon, therefore I didn’t get to see a figure staggering towards me under the heavy rain. Yan Chao Sheng, the powerful demon king who owned everything under the sky, couldn’t even fly on a cloud at that moment. * Opening my eyes once a...