Yanzhu pushed Yaojiu away, signaling for him to stop channeling his cultivation. She gently wiped the tears from his face, patted his head, and offered a weak, weary comfort: "Stop mourning already. I’m not dead yet."
She still had breath left; there was no need for such grief. She wasn't gone yet. She wanted to stay alive, to keep lingering on in this world.
The wind surged, carrying the scent of blood toward Sheng Xiuhan. Sheng Xiuhan’s eyes regained a glimmer of clarity. He turned to look at Yanzhu, his brow furrowing in confusion as he tried to understand why he had attacked her. He had never intended to harm her—so how had it come to this?
Chapter 123