"Xiao Deng—"
"Deng Deng, how could you just leave us like that!"
Inside the cave dwelling, several figures surrounded the bench, gazing at the miniature bed upon it, where Xiao Deng lay with white hair.
Xiao Deng had aged rapidly within the last half a year, her body as if containing a tiny black hole that silently devoured her vibrant life force. Now, medicines and stones were of no use.
The Blue Bird landed next to the small window, its beak holding a palm-sized thin quilt, tucking in the corners for Xiao Deng.
Lin Suqing had been quite thoughtful, bringing over a brazier and yellow paper. Because she had not done this for a long time, she was nervously holding the notes from when she first learned the ways, reading them constantly, "The sky is endless, the earth is boundless where spirits thrive, today we bring our heavy hearts..."
