The peach blossoms were in full bloom.
Birdsong echoed across the stone paths of the Azure Mist Pavilion as gentle winds stirred the petals from their branches.
Cultivators walked the paths in silence, unaware of the unraveling tragedy beneath their noses.
Lin Fan stormed across the pavilion courtyard, his sword clutched tightly in his shaking hands.
His breath was erratic.
His mind, racing.
His heart?
Broken.
He had seen it.
With his own eyes. Hei Long, the snake, the worm, the devil in human form—holding Su Rou's hand.
Whispering something to her beneath the cherry tree. And she had laughed. Not politely. Not formally.
Genuinely.
Laughing? With him?
Lin Fan felt as if the world had turned upside down. This wasn't just any girl. She was supposed to be the one. His final chance at love. His light. His everything.
But now…
Now she was being cucked right out of his grasp.
And worst of all?
She didn't even know it.
Or worse still—she did, and she liked it.
