Waves surged, silently subsiding.
But Yi Lin knew that in this eerie calm, the world was brewing a great upheaval.
He was pushing himself hard, always feeling like there wasn't enough time.
In the Snowy Mountain Base, everyone secretly felt sorry, thinking that the guild leader was working too hard, tirelessly working on the construction day and night, as if he was pushing the limits of his endurance.
A month had passed.
Su Xiaosu still looked half-dead.
Li Erpang had been idling for half a month.
In the end, whether it was a change of heart or something else, no one knew.
Later, some saw Li Erpang silently guarding the door, ignoring the icy snow, just standing vigil over his wife.
Sometimes, when he got tired of keeping watch, he'd even fall asleep on the lifeless cocoon.
He understood, he came to terms with it.
Whether Su Xiaosu lived or died, he decided to accompany her on her final journey.
Beauty, disaster, Li Erpang felt none of it mattered anymore.
