The emperor drained his cup of wine.
"Fool! Your dream was fabricated by me. If I don't die, you will never awaken. Everything is an illusion, don't take it seriously!"
Whether in dreams or reality, I will protect you through all eternity.
His words echoed in her ears again.
Jing Yiren's eyes welled up with tears as she watched the figure of the emperor in front of her gradually become more and more transparent, finally turning into countless specks of silver light swirling around her…
The scene before her eyes, like a piece of yellowed paper, slowly dissolved…
Everything came to an end just like that…
Whether in dreams or reality, past or future, he would always protect her through all eternity…
At the moment, it was six in the morning.
In the early winter season, dawn had not yet broken and the first snow of the year was falling outside the window.
In the quiet hospital ward, Lu Ming had another sleepless night.
