The once brilliant blonde hair was now sparse and grey, and her face was etched with deep wrinkles; only those pale golden eyes still held a shadow of the person she once was.
On her bedside table sat a small Void flower—the first variety she had cultivated in her youth. Now, like her, it had reached the end of its life.
"Dongling..." She reached out a hand with a smile, the skin so thin that the bruised, purple veins beneath were visible. "You're here."
Chapter 194