Yu Xuan's eyes suddenly reddened, even after becoming like this, she was still concerned about whether he had been hurt.
He tried hard to hold back his tears and continued to write in the palm of her hand: "No."
"That's good. Is Cang Qing dead?" She asked again.
"He's dead, there's nothing left now, Sister doesn't have to worry about me anymore."
Feng Yueya smiled with relief, "If everything is fine... then that's good."
A flicker of joy surged in her heart; indeed, everything was fine now.
Yun Shangyuan was fine, Master and Master's wife were fine, Little Xuanzi was fine too...
Everyone was fine...
She was at ease.
But why did she still feel a trace of melancholy?
Was it because she would never see their faces or hear their voices again?
Or was she worried that her current state would be a burden on them, that it might make them tired of her someday?
"Little Xuanzi, can Sister's wounds be healed?" Unable to hold back, she still asked.
