The moon is shining brightly in the sky.
Looking at the person on the cart who was still not responsive, the young man couldn't help but feel awkward.
This is impossible, she should have woken up within a short hour according to logic.
Shen Zhiyu grabbed Nanzhi's hand, beginning to sob softly.
The palm of Nanzhi's hand still had scars, her thin and dry fingers cold and devoid of the usual warmth.
"This, this can't be possible." The young man scratched his head, momentarily at a loss for ideas.
Shen Miaomiao, who was originally full of hope, also lowered her head in disappointment at this moment.
How could a dead person be resurrected?
Looking at the helpless young man, Shen Miaomiao spoke: "You can leave."
"No, I can't leave. Sister Nanzhi hasn't woken up yet!"
The young man hastily responded, fearing that Shen Miaomiao would come after him with an axe.
Shen Miaomiao didn't speak anymore, only got off the mule cart quietly.