Qiuyue was heartbroken to the extreme, and in her grief, she sobbed until she fainted away.
After a long silence, Hua Zhuo turned around, looked toward Qiuyue who had collapsed under the Phoenix Tree in the distance, watched for a while, stood up and walked over, bending down to pick up Qiuyue.
An Shisan watched Hua Zhuo's extremely calm appearance without saying a word, knowing inside he must be feeling the utmost discomfort. Unlike Qiuyue who could cry it out, but he knew the Young Master would never shed tears. Concerned, he spoke up, "Young Master?"
Hua Zhuo closed his eyes, his voice hoarse, "If that is her fate, what can be done?" He paused, then added, "I would rather she had died four hundred years ago, her soul at peace. I wish she were not my sister."
An Shisan's eyes immediately reddened.
Hua Zhuo opened his eyes, calm at the core, "Go rest."
An Shisan acknowledged and withdrew.
