Li Yuanjing's emotions had swung between extreme highs and lows. The faint glimmer of hope that had finally appeared was instantly crushed into despair. As he touched Shen Wei's icy face, his heart ached as if being sliced by a blade, bleeding profusely, plunging him into an endless abyss of cold darkness.
Shen Wei had stopped breathing.
The wind howled through the courtyard, rustling the mulberry leaves as the spring rain drizzled down, soaking the night.
"Make way, the medicine is here!" Moxun's voice rang from outside.
She rushed in, splashing through the puddles.
After a quick glance at the heartbroken Li Yuanjing, she swiftly retrieved a pill and slipped it into Shen Wei's mouth, then proceeded to theatrically administer acupuncture to draw out the poison.
Li Yuanjing watched intently, not missing a single detail.
The candlelight burned bright as they worked late into the night.
