Zhong Yun felt as though he had fallen into an icy cave, a bone-chilling cold wrapping tightly around him.
Shen Yao remained unconscious, her pale face as devoid of color as freshly fallen snow. Her once-lively eyes were tightly shut, as if she had drifted into an eternal slumber.
He reached out, his hand trembling as he caressed Shen Yao's cheek. Feeling the icy touch, his heart was filled with pain and self-reproach.
Chapter 96