Ji Mohan stood there blankly, holding Yan Wan, who was already lifeless, in his arms. He held her tightly, stroking her hair gently as if she were a rare treasure.

His heart was filled with hatred. He hated himself for not protecting Yan Wan, hated God for taking back the little fairy who saved him, and hated the people who started this war even more. If there had been no war, would Yan Wan have stayed with him all this time?

Ji Mohan kissed Yan Wan's forehead hard, then stood up, picked her up, and walked into Yunzhou City. All around them were fighting, but he was the only one carrying Yan Wan, walking in the opposite direction.

He was like a puppet, soulless. Yan Wan died, and his heart died with her. Ji Mohan wished he were dead himself rather than let Yan Wan leave him.

Jing Xi watched as the distraught Ji Mohan carried Yan Wan into the city. She had originally wanted to say something sarcastic to Ji Mohan, but seeing his appearance, she gave up the idea.

He must be even more heartbroken than I am.

Jing Xi followed silently behind Ji Mohan without saying a word. Ji Mohan stopped and said, "Miss Jing, you don't need to follow me. Yan Wan is asleep. I'll take her back to sleep. She's a little tired."

Ji Mohan was unwilling to accept the fact that Yan Wan had left him. He knew that Yan Wan was just tired and asleep, and would wake up soon, right?

Jing Xi wiped away her tears and said, "Yan Wan is no longer here. Please, Your Highness, allow her to be laid to rest."

Upon hearing Jing Xi's words, Ji Mohan turned around abruptly, saying with a mixture of madness and helplessness, "She's not dead. She said she would stay with me. She's just angry." Ji Mohan paused, as if remembering something important, and repeated, "Yes, yes, she's just angry. Yesterday afternoon I promised her I would come back early to have dinner with her, but I broke my promise. Yan Wan must be angry. Yan Wan, Wanwan, please don't be angry anymore, okay? I know I was wrong. From now on, I'll have dinner with you every night, okay?" Ji Mohan said tenderly, looking at Yan Wan, who showed no signs of life in his arms.

When we were in the capital, Yan Wan had said that she didn't like eating dinner alone. He forgot, he forgot. It must be because he forgot that Yan Wan is angry. He knows he was wrong. Yan Wan, please wake up.

Looking at Ji Mohan, who was driven somewhat mad by Yan Wan's departure, Jing Xi continued, "It's too late for you to say it now. Yan Wan is dead, she's dead, sob sob sob. Wan'er hoped you could live a long and healthy life. Ji Mohan, you bastard, listen up, this is what you owe her. You'll live a lonely life like this forever." Jing Xi's anger was already beyond control. What did Ji Mohan do to deserve Wan'er's favoritism?

Ji Mohan glanced at Jing Xi, his gaze icy and chilling. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Jing Xi. Before Jing Xi could react, Ji Mohan forcefully grabbed her neck. His gloomy and menacing eyes stared at Jing Xi as he said stubbornly, word by word, "Yan Wan is just asleep. She'll wake up. Hmm?"

Jing Xi felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult. Looking at the crazed man in front of her, she could only nod. He really wanted to kill her.

Ji Mohan carried Yan Wan with satisfaction and continued walking towards the government office, which was their home in Yunzhou City. Yan Wan was asleep, and he was taking her home.

The scene shifts to Ji Mohan gently and carefully washing Yan Wan's face. Battles are still raging outside Yunzhou City, and Ji Mohan knows that Ji Mosheng has arrived. He doesn't need to worry about what happens next, especially since he has something more important to do: be with his queen.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Ji Mohan never read the letter Yan Wan left for him on the table. Perhaps he did see it, but he simply refused to acknowledge it or face the truth.

"Yan Wan, get up if you've had enough sleep, it's almost time for dinner."

"From now on, I'll have dinner with you every day, okay?"

"Wherever you want to go, I'll go with you."

"You won't abandon me, will you?"

"You can't bear to leave me. You definitely won't be happy without me. You can't live without me, right?"

"Yan Wan, Yan Wan, don't sleep, wake up! I'm sorry, it's because I'm so pitiful, it's because I can't live without you."

Ji Mohan sat on the edge of the bed, talking to Yan Wan. He had ordered that no one disturb him and Yan Wan, and no one did. A cold and ruthless man who usually spoke very little had become incessantly talkative. Before, it was always Yan Wan chattering away beside him, but now, the noisiest one was silent, while the usually taciturn one was chattering away, talking to himself. No matter what he said, the person on the bed did not give any response.

Ji Mohan stayed with Yan Wan like this, chatting with her when she woke up, telling her stories to make her happy, and holding her to sleep when she was sleepy. He seemed to have become numb, not feeling hungry or pain from his wounds. He was alive, yet he also seemed to be dead.