"My end is approaching."
With a single sentence, Nian Shutong struck Hua Rong's vulnerability. She squatted down, leaning on the White-clothed City Lord's knees, weeping like a child.
The White-clothed City Lord's eyes were a mixture of sorrow, joy, and relief.
His hand stroked Hua Rong's hair, the dry texture prickly against his skin.
"Fortunately, your time flows more slowly. A blessing in disguise."
For the first time, Hua Rong was at a loss for words. Her blessing, but what about Xiao Bai?
Nian Shutong, who stood outside, had witnessed the conclusion and was ready to leave.
"Thank you."
Eventually, Hua Rong stood up, wiped away her tears, and approached Nian Shutong.
"Thank you, I don't know how to express my gratitude, but I'm truly thankful."
"What do you plan to do?"
Hua Rong turned to glance at Xiao Bai sitting by the door, her smile radiant.
"It's good, at least we can still see each other. I want to stay by his side and take things as they come."
