Yu Jizi glanced at him, said nothing, but took out all the tools he had prepared in advance and set them up, and began to draw something on the ground bit by bit.
The cinnabar he used for drawing was precisely the poisonious insect eggs previously sketched on the paper.
Jin Ziyuan's eyes were lifeless, yet his gaze lingered on one of the women.
Gu Youyou could not see him; her eyes moved slowly alongside the papers around the coffins, yet for some reason, a tear found its way out of the corner of her eye.
Seeing that tear, a sealed place in his heart clenched tightly, as if a sharp, thin silver needle had touched his heart, aching and sour.
Who am I?
Who is she?
Why are we here?
An eerily familiar scene unfolded, and after a long time, some dust-covered memories seemed to awaken.
Then, he also seemed to be standing in a coffin, only able to show the upper half of his body in the large coffin.
She stood outside the coffin, looking at him, surprised and saddened.
