The Last Message

"Then…"

"I don't have any time, Hua'er."

Nan Hua's eyes flickered as she dashed towards Chen Yuan, ignoring the thick smoke around them. At this moment, she had no time to care about it as she grabbed Chen Yuan's wrist, checking her pulse.

Chen Yuan knew that Nan Hua was getting close, but she didn't move. Her other hand took out a bamboo tube and handed it over to Nan Hua.

"When you're ready, you can open it."

Nan Hua grabbed the bamboo tube and then looked at Chen Yuan with a complicated look. She knew very well that Chen Yuan had the same ailment as Old Madam Long… she had cancer in her body. And by this point, it had spread to her entire body.

Even walking should have been difficult for Chen Yuan right now.

"I'm tired, Hua'er. Lying to myself, believing that I can atone what I had done. Living a life in this darkness full of deception, knowing that there's no miracle."

"Junior Sister Luo can heal you."