The Old Dream Demon Emperor's withered fingers slowly curled, grasping the equally shriveled Demon Infant Fruit. She pressed it gently against her chest, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"This life is beyond reach, so I will wait for the next.
"But alas, we are destined to miss each other in the next life too.
"I only wished for a single encounter."
With a touch of regret, she gazed softly at Jiang Fan.
"When we met in this life, my youth had already faded, and I was already another's wife.
"In the next life, please come to me when my flowers are in full bloom, okay?
"Even if it's just a fleeting glance from afar."
As she spoke, countless black particles drifted from her body, making her frail frame grow transparent and ethereal—like a wisp of smoke about to scatter in the wind. Jiang Fan's arms, which were wrapped around her back, felt as if they were sinking into quicksand, slowly pressing through her dissipating form.
She was fading away.
