The cold moonlight shone in through the cracks of the window, illuminating Yun Qian's face.
My husband is human.
No matter that he possesses immortality, he will certainly give it up.
Even if most of Yun Qian's memories were 'sealed', she still understands this.
To him, no matter which lifetime, no matter what kind of world, he is simply an ordinary 'person'—at least that's what he believes.
And as long as one is human, one will certainly die, one cannot possess eternal life.
Just as he said at the start, just as he is destined to say in the future—often it's precisely because we will die that living has meaning; precisely because we will die that staying together for a lifetime becomes a romantic thing; precisely because life will inevitably end that meeting oneself can be happiness.
[She] couldn't understand these words until now, because she herself didn't even have a concept of life and death.
