An Zhiyuan gently wiped all the stains and blood off Bai Xiao's face with a towel.
He knew Bai Xiao wouldn't wake up.
It wasn't a loss of sanity or a mental breakdown, nor was it madness caused by excessive shock. He was very clear-headed.
Clear enough to understand that he was merely deceiving himself.
Never had he felt so calm as he did now, looking tenderly at his wife. This was his wife, his spouse, the most important person in his life.
Bai Xiao no longer had even her final breath.
Yet her complexion seemed to gradually become rosy, perhaps an illusion from looking at her for too long, as if she were still alive.
If he hadn't repeatedly checked her pulse, he wouldn't believe she was truly gone.
So silently, without a word to him, she quietly left. Without even a glance at him, it seemed their jestful parting from Modu became their last farewell, eternal separation.
