'Huh...I figured dying would be more instant...this is bullshit,' Bai Hua thought to herself as she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Even after taking medicine, her illness had somehow taken a turn for the worst. Now she could barely move let alone take deep breaths.
'Did I get poisoned or something? Shit...thirty years worth of fighting aether beats, would-be assassins, jealous rivals and one very hell-bent ex-fiancee, and I die because the pharmacist overdosed me. Damn...I think I owe someone a gold coin,' she mused about her fate.
She lazily rolled her head over to the side, staring at the last will locket in her hand. Bai Hua had the clan acquire one for when her illness suddenly became more severe. In her mind, she figured she either would be able to use it to say some final words, or have it as a fun memento and prop to use later when she regaled people with the time she almost died from hacking up a lung.
