Under the persimmon tree, the mountain breeze rustled softly, while the distant waterfall cascaded down, spraying water in all directions.
After hearing Haitang Jun's account, Li Muyang frowned slightly.
"…Is it already the final moment?"
What Haitang Jun said boiled down to one thing: Yan Xiaoru was beyond saving.
The combined efforts of both her and Tantai Ming had amounted to nothing but a brief extension of Yan Xiaoru's demonization and imminent death, allowing her some final moments of comfort.
They could afford her two days of clarity at the end of her life, letting her revert to the sweet and lovable woman she had once been, to bid her final farewell to Li Muyang.
But still...
"How long can Xiaoru's current stabilized condition last?" Li Muyang asked with a serious look in his eyes.
Tantai Ming squinted her eyes and replied, "At most, it can last a year... Why? Do you have a plan, boy?"
