Time quietly passed by like the gentle flow of a stream, and now only one day remained until the forty-ninth day.
During this time, Jiang Shouzhong and Li Guanshi had barely set foot outside the cave.
Either they were exchanging words or engaging in deeper exchanges.
Their spirits and emotions intertwined, bodies and souls merged, drawing them ever closer to each other's souls.
As the final day approached, a sorrow akin to a life-and-death separation weighed heavily on Jiang Shouzhong's heart, leaving no room for fanciful thoughts, only endless melancholy.
"Are you reluctant to part?"
Li Guanshi nestled quietly in the man's arms, asking softly.
Compared to Jiang Shouzhong's melancholy and fretful appearance, her demeanor appeared exceptionally calm.
Jiang Shouzhong gently caressed the woman's smooth-as-cream shoulder and sighed, "If I said I wasn't reluctant, heaven would strike me down, do you believe me?"
