But he was not here.
He was no longer here.
Even if he searched elsewhere now, he would find nothing except an empty vessel.
In this world, his beloved was no more.
Qing Xue looked in front of him. This red substance before his eyes was what used to pump life into Bai Ruyi's veins.
He'd seen plenty of it on and off the battlefield. The whole point of warfare was to spill as much of the enemies' blood as you can while trying to keep yours where it belonged.
But though his too had now been spilled, was it truly too late…? Could this not be gathered back and re-infused into Ruyi's body?
Could its return not bring heat to his flesh again? Could it not reignite the spring of life that used to sound so intoxicatingly within his chest? Within it, and against his own…?
Without him quite r
