Only when his gaze fell upon the still-unconscious Shang Qing would a trace of an imperceptible light flash through his otherwise lifeless eyes.
It was like suddenly discovering a faint flicker of candlelight in the pitch-black depths of midnight.
Though small, this light contained all his deep affection and longing for Shang Qing. It seemed as though she alone could bring him a glimmer of hope for survival.
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