Both of Yun Che’s eyes lost their final traces of focus and spirit during this moment. His entire body became still. Only his throat moved ever so slightly to say the words that came from his soul…
“Grandfather… Little aunt…”
“Senior sister Xueruo… Jasmine… I’m…sorry…”
“…”
“Ling’er… I’m coming for you… Ling’er… Ling’er…”
His final mutters were as weak as a breeze, until it completely faded away… Then, a shining drop of blue starlight descended from Xia Qingyue’s face and lightly struck his completely stiff lips.