Father had left, Hongyu had left, Xuan Mo had left, and now, Aunt Yun had left.
Finally, all those who loved her had left, leaving her alone thousands of miles away from home. Perhaps she would never feel the warmth of the sun again, and never smell the slightly salty smell of the sea.
She felt an intense urge to cry, but her eyes were completely dry. An intense heartache overwhelmed her as her throat suddenly tasted a sweet liquid coming out from within. Yet, she continued to stand there just like that. It was only when the entire front of her clothes turned red did Wenyuan take notice and started shrieking in horror, and only when the crows flew far away did she fall limply to the ground. In the vast snow, she felt like she saw the younger Aunt Yun again, looking at her gently as she cooed her name.
After Aunt Yun had passed on, Nalan Hongye was like a withering lotus as she got weaker with every passing day.