Li Huowang watched the light in Zhuge Yuan's eyes gradually fade, his heart aching as if it were being sliced by a knife. His mind was in complete chaos. He wanted to say something, but facing his dying friend, he found himself unable to utter a single word.
"Brother Li, the worms inside you are almost all dead. Are you really okay?" Zhuge Yuan asked with his last breath, looking at Li Huowang's increasingly hollow chest.
A smile more pained than a grimace appeared on Li Huowang's face as he shook his head vigorously. "Brother Zhuge, do… do you have any last words? Just tell me, and I will fulfill them, no matter what!"
As Zhuge Yuan slowly exhaled, his voice became broken and intermittent. "No… I… I have lived my life… with a clear conscience… never… having… any… regrets…"
The snow that had ceased began to fall again, landing softly on Zhuge Yuan's gradually dilating pupils.
