“I know what you want to say. My decision will not change. You may retire. I am tired!
He wearily waved at everyone, blocking their attempts to interject.
I had been watching from the side, observing Cang Lian, feeling a subtle compassion. His mask had been too perfect before; I had nothing left but resentment. But seeing him now, I realized he was just a pitiful person.
I watched his weary demeanor and felt sympathy.
I no longer know what Shui Zi Wei and Yin Can intend to do. When they left last time, Yin Can said Wei had an unresolved responsibility to Cang’s nation, yet now he does something so foolish. I do not believe my Wei would follow that madman.
“It seems I am truly tired and need rest,” his voice drifted into my ears.
I watched him quietly resting on the table, then turned and left the council hall, heading towards the Zi flower field.
I stood blankly in the Zihua, not knowing why I always have those inexplicable memories, not knowing what those fragments have to do with me.
For three days, I wandered like a lost soul, aimlessly wandering for three days. And three days later, I returned to Ran Yan’er’s body, and Ran Yan’er also woke up.
Only after waking up, my eyes went blind. Probably due to Yin Can’s poison, this is a sign of poison spreading. However, I do not understand why Yin Can would treat me this way.
I have no grudge against him, yet he keeps pushing me into hell.
“You’re awake, how are you? Is anything uncomfortable?” Cang Lian’s familiar voice interrupted my wild thoughts, and I turned my head towards the sound.
Being blind was truly a big trouble for me. I groped towards the voice, wanting to know where he was. The darkness in front of my eyes made me even more afraid, afraid of struggling alone in the darkness, afraid of everyone abandoning me.
“Here, I’m here!” He held my groping hands. His hands were warm, rough, with a strong sense of familiarity.
