Chapter 45 Choice_3

"My husband..."

The dark clouds gradually gathered.

Yet in the old woman's eyes, there was no one else.

Step by step, she walked towards the man.

With each step, her face and body became a few years younger.

Her withered white hair turned jet black, her hunched body straightened.

As she stepped through the void, approaching the man's corpse, thunder leapt among the clouds.

Her dignified posture seemed to steal all the light in the world.

Only this way, it seemed, could she forget the past slaughter, could she have the courage to approach the man.

She gently extended her finger, touching the man's face, her voice soft as a whisper:

"Why did you only return now?"

She caressed the man.

The skin, tainted by Yuanci, seemed still to retain its past softness.

And seemed to still be somewhat warm.

She could not help but step forward, greedily holding the man tight.

Closing her eyes and all superfluous sensations.