That day, Lü Shu came down with a prolonged high fever.
He lay in the room where the "Little Space" replicated the villa from the Main God World, burning with fever and dazed.
This high fever completely took away Lü Shu's last bit of vitality; he wasn't exactly from High Dimensions, his soul's lifespan was limited. Even if he'd lived a long time, it was ultimately finite—his hair began to dry out, his face started to age, and he could no longer rise.
Like an irreparable collapse, the moment his soul's lifespan was about to run out, weakness prevented him from maintaining his youthful appearance, changing from a youth to an old man overnight.
"I... like... snow." In bed, Lü Shu looked at the heavy snow outside the window—Su Ming'an couldn't maintain even autumn anymore, now it's only the harsh winter where everything withers. Lü Shu stretched out his skinny hand, an elderly hand covered in spots, reaching to touch the flying snow outside the window, "Very beautiful... "
