Early in the morning, the hospital.
The world outside the ward window was shrouded in fog, just as chilling to the bone as the atmosphere of the ward.
Ye Yuqiao opened her eyes, and the first thing she did upon awakening was to turn her head and look at Chen Hao, who lay with his head on the bed, still in deep sleep, his body shivering from the cold. Seeing this, Ye Yuqiao shifted her body to the side, sharing the warm cotton quilt on her with Chen Hao.
She silently observed Chen Hao's weary face, her mind replaying the words he had spoken to her last night, and couldn't help feeling a heartbreaking sadness.
According to her plan from eighteen years ago, in a few years she would sacrifice her Yang Spirit to assist Chen Hao in mastering the Nether King's Power. She worried that on the day of her departure, Chen Hao would truly fall into despair as he had promised. Imagining Chen Hao's pained expression that might appear when that time came, she couldn't help but cry silently.