Yunmeng Marsh, Sky Cloud City, Wang Family.
The sky started to pour a soft drizzle, wetting the bluestone slabs, yet everyone standing in the courtyard of Tingyu Building ignored the raindrops falling on their faces and bodies.
Men, women, old and young, each wore a solemn expression, and the atmosphere at the scene was oppressively heavy.
In the master bedroom, Wang Chen sat beside the bed, tightly holding Ye Dai's hand.
This hand once was delicate and fair, as smooth as jade, but now it's emaciated like a stick with wrinkled skin covered in dark brown spots.
Lying on the bed, Ye Dai, with a full head of white hair, no longer possessed the beauty and grace she once had, and her complexion was extremely weak.
Anyone could see that she was at the end of her life, with no hope of continuing to live.
However, Ye Dai's face showed no fear of death; instead, her gaze towards Wang Chen was filled with gentle, blissful love.
"Husband."
