"Fairy Sister, please save my husband. As long as you are willing to save him, I am willing to do anything."
Summer Butterfly knelt on the icy surface, her forehead pressed against the cold ice, prostrating completely, her tone exceedingly sincere.
"I am already dead. What you see is merely a remnant of my Divine Thought."
At this moment, the white figure standing in front of Summer Butterfly turned around slowly. Her voice was ethereal, carrying a sense of unreality as she said slowly, "Fairy Sister, you must have a way to save my husband, right?" It was only then that Summer Butterfly lifted her head slightly, but dared not look directly at the figure before her, stealing a glance with the corner of her eye. On that cold face, there was a hint of
