The hushed murmurs sounded like a light drizzle.
Ye Lingyue didn't know how long she had been unconscious; she only felt her eyelids were heavy.
So heavy that she didn't want to open her eyes, because once she did, she would have to face the fact that the person was no longer there.
She wished so dearly that when she opened her eyes, she would see that face that had accompanied her so many times.
But she understood that this time, when she opened her eyes, he would never appear again.
Unwilling to accept reality, she would rather remain in a coma, at least in the fog of it all, she could temporarily forget the reality that he was already dead.
A tickling sensation of moistness on her cheek indicated to Ye Lingyue that Little Zhiyo was licking her.
These days, Little Zhiyo and Little Wuya had been by her side constantly.
Little Zhiyo tirelessly licked her cheeks every day, licking away her tears. The little creature must have been terribly worried.
