Fang Li curled up on the floor, clutching the book tightly against her chest. Her body shook with silent sobs, tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes. Her heart ached, replaying those final moments when she had seen Zheng Liang's face—his worried, crying expression as he watched her bleeding, injured state and losing consciousness. Her whisper, barely audible in the quiet of the room, escaped her trembling lips, "Zheng Liang, I will never leave you…"
Even in sleep, her mind remained restless, caught between two worlds. Her breathing softened, and as she drifted deeper into unconsciousness, the book in her hands began to glow. A soft, warm light spilled from its pages, casting a faint shimmer across the room.
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