Chapter 45 #These Five Hundred Years, Not Torment I suddenly remembered the day I cut the red thread—how the light in Xie Zhuo’s eyes had quietly extinguished without a sound. That tiny light, on that day, was merely something I glimpsed without care. But today, it had turned into a needle piercing straight into the core of my heart, stabbing through my chest. I gently pushed Xie Zhuo away. He was still staring at me in a daze, seemingly still caught in the lingering emotion of my previous…