Lanhua's tone of voice grew increasingly slow, with long pauses in between. Yun Qingyue looked at Bai Yuheng, who had already lost his life as he lay on the Cold Jade Bed, and then at the little lanhua nestled in his arms, which was radiating a sense of deep satisfaction.
Yun Qingyue suddenly felt a wave of anxiety. Surely they wouldn't just... end up like this?
After finishing these words, Lanhua paused for a very long time. He curled his leaves inward a bit more, then rubbed against Bai Yuheng's chest as if searching for a more comfortable position.
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