Leaving the mystical space, Lin Siyin suddenly sat up, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked around.
At this moment, the room was pitch-dark.
Only the occasional sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom could be heard, and the silent room gradually calmed Lin Siyin down.
Recalling what Spett had said, Lin Siyin felt a sense of loss.
It wasn't because of the life-and-death contract; on the contrary, Lin Siyin actually felt happy to have it—it meant that her cat's lifespan was extended, after all.
What gave Lin Siyin much to think about was the negative emotions she had perceived earlier.
To be a Guardian God was to endure how much grievance and hardship, just as Spett had said, whether it be the years or love.
Her hand fumbled across the bed until, finally, at the edge, she touched Lu Zixun,
Feeling the rise and fall of Lu Zixun's body due to his breathing, peace filled Lin Siyin's heart.