"Master..."
A mosquito-like whisper instantly brought a glimmer back to He Shutong's somewhat dim eyes.
He Shutong couldn't understand the change in her mood, so she continued wiping You Su's sweat to disguise a hint of relief and joy.
You Su hadn't completely lost hope in her, and that was enough.
In You Su's dream, it was a chaotic world.
The sky and earth were inverted, and fire and water collided fiercely across the lands.
These scenes, whether from the ancient past or the distant future, confused You Su. In the overwhelming darkness, he walked alone toward his throne, amidst rubble and broken bodies.
At that moment, suddenly a hand grabbed him from behind. When he turned to look, there was no owner of the hand, as if it extended from the edge of his vision.
Without hesitation, he grasped this hand, because the throne only brought him coldness and emptiness...
