"Wu wu wu, wu wu wu..."
Crying? Who was crying? Ji Jing slowly opened her eyes, surrounded by a vast expanse of white.
It seemed like she was lying on a bed, enveloped in sobs and choking sounds.
Was she... dead?
Ji Jing tried to sit up but found her body becoming lighter, and she ended up floating.
What?! Ji Jing was horrified, but when she turned back, she saw herself peacefully lying in a coffin.
This... this... Ji Jing suddenly remembered Xue Zhong's experience and realized that she was in a spiritual state, and the one lying there was her...
Ji Jing was reluctant to admit it. She had actually died?!
How was that possible? Mingze should have been the one standing in front of her at the time! Although Ji Jing hadn't seen Mingze's true form clearly, she would never mistake his pair of dragon horns. Mingze had returned, so how could she...
Ji Jing suddenly bit her lip hard. No, she had relied too much on Mingze.
