"A Mu... A Mu..."
Even though Long Yue was still in a coma, she kept calling out to Li Qingmu, her voice even tinged with sobs. Duanmu Nan was about to reach out and gently stroke her smooth cheek, but upon hearing this, his raised hand paused slightly.
A flash of coldness crossed his eyes, and that hand ultimately rested on Long Yue's cheek.
"Li Qingmu, you are dead, so why do you still cling to her? Since you are already in the ground, let dust return to dust, earth to earth. Yue'er..."
Duanmu Nan whispered softly, "Is it so hard to forget him?"
"Senior, the water is here."
Steps from behind announced Yun Jin's approach as she brought a basin of water over and placed it on the cabinet by the bed.
Duanmu Nan said, "Help her clean herself up well."
"Okay."
Yun Jin skillfully cleaned the blood-stained corners of Long Yue's mouth. When she stood up, she found Duanmu Nan staring at the two of them constantly.
