On the Eve of Battle, Part III
The early morning light poured in through the emperor’s window and illuminated the bed, where a gaunt figure lay. Emperor Hou Jun had grown even weaker as time passed. His muscles had atrophed to the point of nonexistence and his face had become so gaunt as to look skeletal.
Hou Jingshu sat on a chair and held her father’s hand. His fingers looked like mere bones with flesh on top. They were so thin. She remembered a time when her father’s hands were rugged and strong, but those days were gone.
She had spent a lot of her time here since returning from Zahn City, but her time had become a lot more limited ever since her nation was invaded. Hou Jingshu could only spare a few minutes each day to speak with her father. Because her father was comatose and had already dealt with so much, she tried not to talk about anything heavy and instead discussed things she loved. Yet there were fewer and fewer happy subjects to discuss right now.