If you don’t know how to live on anymore, then live for me.
If you don’t know the meaning to your life, then make me that meaning, and use me as the reason to live.
Before Xie Lian had the chance to see the remnant shadow of that red-robed youth, the silk band Ruoye had shot through him and the shattered into thousands of silver butterflies, scattering into a breeze of silver twinkling stars. Was that youth the Ghost Groom?