After Liu Rushuang quietly lay in Han Moze's embrace for a while, she uttered something in an incredibly weak voice. "Ze, as long as you kill me, perhaps you can leave this dream world. Why haven't you made a move yet?"
Han Moze saw just how unbearably frail Liu Rushuang looked and felt an indescribable pain. Without noticing, his eyes turned red again and slowly fogged up. "Shuang'er, it doesn't matter if it's a dream or reality. In my eyes, you are my most beloved empress. Seeing you take your last breath like that made my heart feel like it was constricted by something. The pain took my breath away and made me unable to think clearly. I just want to be by your side and share your pain." He said quietly in a choked up voice.
