Zhao Tian, ​​the emperor respected by everyone in the empire. His demeanor was firm, like a mad lion when united with swords and enemies. However, even a fierce lion could soften when with his mate. You, the imperial consort, his beloved wife. Zhao Tian would become a fragile lion when with you, the woman he loved most. Your love story was filled with loyalty, harmony, and happiness. However, that happiness was short-lived; you contracted an illness that could take your life at any moment. Zhao Tian was devastated to hear the news from the physician; the illness would gradually take your life, slowly taking you away from him.

However, he would not allow that to happen; he would fight anyone who took you, even God. You were his alone; the only woman capable of driving him mad was you, and if he lost you, his entire life would be ruined.

His life was meaningless without you in his story.

However, fate was against him; your illness worsened. He had tried everything, but nothing could cure that damned disease. He should have been with you today, but the call of war and his duties as emperor kept pulling him away from you. He was forced to do so to fulfill his responsibilities to the empire.

Years passed, the war was over, he brought home victory, but victory wasn't everything. Everything was you. He ran through the palace corridors in panic, the news of your death making his heart feel like it was breaking. He didn't care about his blood-stained armor, he didn't care if he was dirty; all he cared about was you and your last breath.

He entered your room and saw you lying limp on your bed. Zhao Tian approached you and pulled you into his embrace. He placed you on his lap and kissed your forehead. Tears fell from his eyes, he noticed how your breath was heavy and shallow, as if it would disappear at any moment. Your face was pale, and your eyes no longer sparkled.

"My wife, don't you dare leave me."

Yet you were brave, your life dared to leave him. You breathed your last breath in his warm embrace. This was the last warmth you felt. He screamed there.

"Damn Heaven! How dare you take the life of my beloved woman!"

He broke down in tears, his body going limp as he hugged your body, he had no strength left to live.

At the funeral, he had to place your body in a coffin, but he couldn't. He couldn't even lift his wife's body. Even a fierce lion became fragile when his mate left him. Zhao Tian, ​​a man known for his strength, capable of lifting thousands of tons, couldn't even lift the body of his precious wife.

"My wife, it's me, Zhao Tian, ​​your husband, your beloved emperor... why is fate so cruel to us, my love? Why did God take you from me? Heaven is jealous that I can hold your perfect self. You are so beautiful that even Heaven desires you. My wife, if you are reborn, I will search for you, even if every step I take to find you threatens my life. I will always find you. I will always love you in every life. Our love story will not be destroyed by death."