Daoist Sect, Junzi Temple.
Chu Huaixu lay on the bed, while Han Shuangjiang sat beside him, looking at his face with a touch of distraction.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed.
During this period, Chu Huaixu remained trapped in a nightmare, completely unable to wake up.
If this were on Earth, it would be like she had been caring for a husband who had become a vegetative state for this long...
But fortunately, here in the Profound Yellow Realm, she only needed to regularly feed Chu Huaixu a Grain Avoidance Pill.
Yet, as time went on, the Big Ice Cube felt somewhat sorrowful.
She used to think that the Dead Fox was annoyingly cheeky, joking around all day and constantly teasing her.
But over these months, she only felt that the house had become cold and desolate.
