Three more days passed.
On the evening of the seventh day.
The grand doors of Chenghuan Hall, silenced by the night, were quietly opened.
A shadow appeared at the bedside of Yu Wenxu.
The figure squatted at the bedside, silent, blinking, simply watching Yu Wenxu as he slept.
Yu Wenxu's eyelashes quivered slightly.
But he did not open his eyes.
As if he were still deep in slumber.
Until, plop.
A tear fell on Yu Wenxu's face.
A sobbing sound arose.
In the end, he could no longer pretend.
He opened his eyes, and as soon as he did, Su Yan, with disheveled clothing and hair, her face and garments smeared with blood and soil, came into view.
A complete mess.
Originally, Su Yan had thought to wait until he woke up.
But upon seeing him, she couldn't hold back her grievance, and tears began to fall.
As a result, when Yu Wenxu woke up, he couldn't help but cry even harder.
"Wuu~~~~~, it hurts~~~~~"
Her crying was full of sorrow and helpless grievance.
