If I were to die, I would never again be able to hold the woman beside me; everything seems like it would vanish into thin air...
Perhaps sensing Shen Han's change in mood, Shi Yuezhu gently shifted and nestled closer to Shen Han.
Her forehead rested against Shen Han's chest.
"Thinking about something?"
She asked softly.
Shen Han lowered his head, tucking a strand of Shi Yuezhu's hair behind her ear.
"Now I finally understand why people fear death.
All that I currently possess, I do not wish to leave behind.
Even the thought of potentially losing it fills me with a heart-wrenching pain."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yuezhu pressed even closer to Shen Han.
She felt the same way.
Who would be willing to give up such beauty?
"When visiting that Senior Daquan this time, he gifted me a travel journal—a work he wrote during years of worldly travels.
I pondered if perhaps I could find a place for improvement within its pages, it might be worth a try."
"Any news of Uncle?"
