In a small villa that remained relatively intact after the fierce battle.
Qing Kui followed the aura to Liu Bingyue's room.
He stood at the door, his heart anxious, conflicted and hesitant, before finally reaching out to knock on the door.
But after waiting for quite a while, there was no response from the room.
So, steeling his resolve, he reached out to push open the door and walked decisively into the room.
"Madam, what are you..."
Seeing Liu Bingyue sitting cross-legged on the bed, Qing Kui hurriedly knelt on one knee in greeting, keeping his head bowed, not daring to lift it.
At this moment.
Liu Bingyue's jet-black hair had streaks of silver, and her face bore faint wrinkles.
She originally looked in her early twenties, but now appeared to be in her forties.
"Come here."
In the silence, Liu Bingyue's delicate lips gently parted, emitting a weak voice.
Qing Kui hurriedly stood up, with his head lowered, walked to the bedside.
