Just wait three years!
That was the last sentence Cui Lingyao heard in her physical body.
The next moment, she felt her entire being grow weightless.
All her sickness and pain vanished as she floated in the air.
Her vision had returned as well.
Before her was a scene of utmost tragedy.
Inside the small, crude, black-canopied boat, the man who had always been so aloof and bone-chillingly cold now had bloodshot eyes. He clung to the lifeless girl in his arms like a lone wolf that had lost its mate.
Gone was the calm, composed air of a ruler.
Outside, the Yulin Guards rowing the boat exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting the same horrified shock.
Grief, tragedy, pity… no word could suffice to describe the shocking impact of the scene.
Cui Lingyao had always wanted to see this man break down and weep, and now her wish had finally come true. Yet, she felt no joy at all.
Her first reaction, surprisingly, was still a pang of pain.
