"One side promised another year of life, the other a chance of waking up or possibly dying. I couldn't make that decision for General Jih. The old general left the choice to Jih Heng, who decided to administer the medicine to his father."
Jiang Li's heart clenched tightly as she heard this. She already knew the outcome, as Situ Jiuyue had told her earlier, but she still couldn't help feeling pained for Jih Heng at this moment.
"Every one of us hopes for a miracle. Jih Heng never believed in fate. Before he gave the medicine to General Jih, he also went to worship his mother. Unfortunately, as Jih Heng himself said, even the opera troupe's comedy on stage is too unreal, and no miracle happened. I failed, and General Jih died."
Snowflakes twirled down, landing on Situ Jiuyue. She seemed completely unaware, neither brushing off the snowflakes nor opening an umbrella, allowing the cold to settle on her. Jiang Li even thought that Situ Jiuyue might be shivering.
