Love Is Colder than Death

On the second day, Phoenix received a letter from Fairyland.

It was the handwriting of Jun Mohan.

"Phoenix, when you see this letter, it must be the date of my death.

Phoenix... Allow me to name you in this way. We always miss each other. You are the one I desperately want to catch in my life, but I lost you by my mistake.

I know you hate me, I hate myself even more. How much I love you, how much I hate myself, Phoenix... Little phoenix is our daughter, right?

I know, only we can give birth to such a lovely child.

You can't imagine that I was incredibly joyful when I confirmed that Little Phoenix was my daughter. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear her calling me daddy...

Phoenix, take good care of our little girl. Don't tell her that I am her father. If she knows, she will be sad. If there is an afterlife, Luan Er, you and I will be interdependent, never ever apart.

Fairyland shrouded in a sense of grief and indignation for losing an emperor. Ziyan Emperor continued to fight against the Asmodians. They were trying to transform the grief and indignation into strength and attacked aggressively.

The Celestial People, Fairy people, Monsters, and Ghosts were united to fight against the Asmodian King. Three months later, a Six-state war ended with the death of the Asmodian King.

...

A sad and melancholy flute echoed in the night sky.

Phoenix stretched her red dress like a bright equinox flower. She wore the hairdresser given by her fifth elder brother. To be precise, Phoenix dressed like this every day.

She played the jade flute which Jun Mohan gave her, with recalling every bit about him in her mind. Including that he said that as long as she played the jade flute, he would immediately appear in front of her.

Last time, when she played the jade flute in Broken Soul Cliff of Fairy Land, Jun Mohan came as he promised.

Now, she was playing the jade flute without interruption. She can't remember how long she had waited for him. Anyway, Jun Mohan didn't show up.

He's dead without leaving a body for the memorial. Maybe he had been burnt to ashes.

She had thought that he would never know how much she had suffered. Even he had changed his mind and apologized to her trying to retain her, Jun Mohan could not sympathize with her. After all, she was pretending to be strong. She was unable to completely forget him.

After his death, she would always automatically ignore those bad memories, miss the happy days with him.

One day, Phoenix was too tired to fall asleep on the table. She dreamed of that she came to a flower forest where Jun Mohan held Little Phoenix happily in his arms and held her enough high. "Daddy! Circles! I'm going to circle!"

"All right!"

"Hee-hee... Hahahaha... Faster and faster! Haha..."

"Jun Mohan..." Phoenix called him softly.

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Jun Mohan stopped and came to her holding little Phoenix in his arms, with a warm smile.

She had never seen such a gentle Jun Mohan, whose face was full of faint smiles, rather than the sharp and cold face as before.

"Mohan..." She called him again. Am I dreaming? If it was a dream, why was it so real?

"Phoenix, you are beautiful today." Jun Mohan praised her.

"Jun Mohan..." Phoenix gawked him, even his voice was so vivid. The only difference was that Jun Mohan never called her 'Phoenix'. It was really a dream. A touch of disappointment passed through the bottom of her heart.

"Phoenix..."

"Phoenix... Wake up..."

"Phoenix... Wake up..."

Hearing Jun Mohan's calling, Phoenix suddenly returned to god, but Jun Mohan and Little Phoenix had disappeared!

"Jun Mohan!"

"Jun Mohan, come to see me! Don't go!"

Phoenix called Jun Mohan's name anxiously. No matter how loudly she shouted, she could not see Jun Mohan. Her tears were almost pouring down. "Jun Mohan..."

Suddenly, she seemed to step into emptiness with feeling a sense of weightlessness, "Ah-"

A flash of white light twinkling, while Phoenix gasped for breath. She was stunned for a moment when she found herself in her room. Dream ended.

"Jun Mohan..."She murmured his name.

"Phoenix."

A voice coming behind her, which sounds familiar and gentle. Phoenix's heart missed a beat when she turned back falling into a warm embrace.

"Jun Mohan, is that you?" Phoenix inquired injured.

"It's me, I'm back..." He gently caressed her back, trying to comfort her.

A moment later.

He was pushed away forcefully.

"It's you!" Phoenix looked at Jun Mohan is an entanglement. No, it was not a dream. The temperature and feeling were real. She gradually waked up. The keen intuition told her that Jun Mohan was neither a ghost nor an illusion.