Feng Xiyan fell silent for a long time before lowering his eyes and whispering with a trembling voice, "She… is gone…"
As his choked voice echoed in the tent, Yan Bingyang's eyes widened in shock. After a long moment, he finally whispered in disbelief, "…What did you just say?"
Feng Xiyan could not bring himself to repeat those words for the second time.
Every time he recalled Gui Ying's words in the spiritual hot spring, he felt his sanity slipping away. Too afraid to dwell on it, he could only pretend that his Yun'er had gone out to play for a while and would return soon.
To forget reality, he buried himself in work and training. However, work would end, and training would finish, but his Yun'er would never come back.
Sitting across from Feng Xiyan, Yan Bingyang saw the shift in Feng Xiyan's expression and understood that the cause of his deteriorating health was Bai Hanyun.
Lowering his eyes, Yan Bingyang's clenched hands tightened, his slender fingers turning pale.
