He knew Qi Wuya's final wish—he probably wished for Sang Yan to send him off on his last journey.
As monarch and subject, he felt obligated to fulfill his last wish for him.
Sang Yan didn't speak, but her gaze fell upon Qi Wuya—dressed in wedding garments, he lay amidst the pristine whiteness. That deathly pale face, along with the congealed bloodstains. Those tightly shut eyes, also with congealed tears.
It was as if he lay there peacefully in sleep.
He rested upon a blanket of pure white.
Like a child of the snow.
So clean.
So pure.
"Sister! Don't believe what he says!"
Sang Jue, seeing Sang Yan's continuous gaze on Qi Wuya, felt her heart might be moved and hastily interjected, "Qi Wuya died because of us; he wanted to kill you to accompany him in death! He's just Qi Wuya's most loyal dog!"
"That's right! Go ahead and say it, I am Qi Wuya's most loyal dog!"
