The familiar figure made Linghu Qiuchan's eyes fill with confusion.
"Am I dreaming?"
Her voice was hoarse and weak, clearly lacking in energy, a sign of life nearing its end.
"No."
Fang Zheng gently shook his head:
"You are not dreaming."
"Heh..." Linghu Qiuchan squinted her eyes and leaned her head against Fang Zheng:
"If it were indeed a dream, I would rather not wake up."
A moment later.
Her voice rippled:
"It seems it isn't a dream."
"It was never a dream."
"Where have you been all these years?"
"I escaped death."
Fang Zheng was reluctant to elaborate on the past events; even now, recalling the brush with death still sent a chill down his spine.
Linghu Qiuchan did not press further.
She was well aware that she couldn't offer much help, which made her feel somewhat derelict as a wife.
"Sigh!"
With a sigh, she summoned her energy:
"After you left, the Fang Mansion changed a lot and became much stronger than before, but unfortunately, many issues remain."
