The sky seemed to have been torn open, with a torrential downpour continuing unabated, as if determined to swallow the world whole.
Rainwater gradually rose past Yuwenzhang’s ankles, then his calves, and soon it submerged the body of Xie Zhixue as well. Only then did Yuwenzhang stand up, holding Xie Zhixue firmly in his arms. He turned and walked, step by firm step, out of the mass grave.
Through the curtain of rain, Yuwenzhang’s figure gradually vanished into the misty haze. Xie Zhixue’s arm hung down naturally, swaying in the air, and her head tilted toward Yuwenzhang’s chest as if trying to draw the last vestige of warmth from him.
Chapter 47