I'm sorry to the family who loved and protected me, to my elders and friends. I simply lack the face and courage to face you all!
I'm nothing more than a selfish, mercenary, and heartless person, not worthy of your care and sacrifice!
Not worthy!
Yang Mengchen, filled with self-blame and guilt, had seemingly given up the will to live, allowing herself to be devoured by the thick fog as she lay there in despair.
Inside Yang Mengchen's room at the Yang Mansion in Yongchang Town,
Long Xuanmo gently wiped Yang Mengchen's hands, but as he reached her wrists, he couldn't feel her pulse. His gaunt and haggard face instantly became stricken with panic. He hastily dropped the cloth and embraced her tightly, calling out with a grief-stricken voice, "Ah Jiu, don't go! I beg you, don't leave me! Ah Jiu!"
The sound shook the heavens, startling everyone in the mansion. Each person felt a sense of foreboding and rushed towards Mengchen Pavilion like mad.