The moment I closed my eyes, two more tears fell.

"Wait, wait a minute before calling them."

Song Siyao sat down again, silently tightening his grip on her hand.

Song Chaoxuan also fell silent and draped an outer garment over Awan's shoulders.

The two stayed by her side, waiting for her to calm down.

Song Tingwan repeatedly told herself this.

That was the second life; this life won't end like that.

Definitely not.

a long time.

A gust of wind blew through the window, making her shiver.

Song Tingwan slowly opened her eyes.

"Let them in."

Ayao did as instructed.

Song Tingwan thought she had managed to hold back.

But when they came in, tears streamed down her face again.

"Wan'er, you're finally awake! I was so worried about you." Qin Xi rushed over and hugged her, almost knocking her over.

Song Tingwan was held in her arms, and she scolded her in a muffled voice: "Don't say 'death'."

This person was destined to become the number one weapon refiner in the cultivation world; how could his eyes be gouged out and his hand broken?

Finally, he lay silently in her arms, his round, smiling eyes lifeless.

Noticing her trembling, Qin Xi was taken aback, then smiled and hugged her tightly, his tone still lively and cheerful: "Okay, we'll listen to our Wan'er."

Song Chaoxuan smiled and gave up his seat, and only then could Qin Xi let go of the person standing next to her. "We were so worried. Tomorrow is the clan festival, which you Yunyin only do once every hundred years. How can you be absent?"

As she spoke, she took out the softest handkerchief and gently wiped Song Tingwan's eyes.

"Master—"

Baili Xijiang eagerly moved to the bedside. Song Tingwan saw that his eyes were red and reached out to ruffle his hair into a ball. "Why are you crying? I'm fine."

With his messy hair, Baili Xijiang smiled foolishly at her with red eyes.

“I don’t know, but when my master looks at me, I just want to cry.”

As she spoke, her voice grew increasingly choked with emotion after making eye contact with her master.

"Silly Dragon".

Song Tingwan looked tired, but still smiled as she looked at him.

How could her genius little black dragon disciple die before her eyes before even becoming a Pill Saint?

He should live a carefree, arrogant, and dazzling life.

Song Tingwan slowly raised her gaze, her sore eyes looking at Wan Qiji, whose face showed worry.

"Aji, don't worry, I'm fine now."

She smiled softly.

If I had to thank someone in my second life, it would be Aji.

Because of her death, they both fell into demonic possession, but they were able to maintain their sanity and stay by A Yao's side to stop her from harming innocent people.

You are very weak.

Wan Qiji pursed his lips and shook his head in disapproval.

"Yes, Wan'er, rest a little longer. We'll stay with you. I'll call you when the clan ceremony starts, okay?"

"Master, you should get some sleep. You don't look well."

Song Siyao directly pulled the blanket back up after she fell, and then pressed down on her shoulders to lay her down.

"Sister, take a nap."

Forced to rest, Song Tingwan chuckled, "But I don't want to sleep."

As soon as I close my eyes, I see all sorts of scenes from my second life.

And... before Shen Zhuochuan went to his death, he gently told her not to look back.

At that time, there were many Mahayana powerhouses inside the barrier, but he was the only one who could break through it with his dragon bones.

How painful it must be for Shen Zhuochuan.

You dragons are really foolish.

"Whatever you want to do, we'll do it with you."

Looking at the concerned faces in front of her, Song Tingwan shook her head softly, "I think... you are all doing well."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Especially Qin Xi and the others who sensed something but no one pointed it out.

"Since there's nothing else, let's go build nests for all the spirits in my yard."

Song Chaoxuan broke the silence, helped Awan up, and excitedly led a group of people to the garden.

Wow, so many!

Qin Xi and Song Siyao each stood beside Song Tingwan, and despite the somewhat heavy atmosphere, they stared in astonishment at the garden full of spirit creatures.

Song Tingwan's eyes were still red, but she couldn't help but chat with her sisters about their father.

"I knew Father was using up his spirit stones too quickly."

With a yard full of little guys, how could they not be fast?

Then, there was the sound of Qin Xi and Baili Xijiang bickering, and the brief exchange between the younger sister, who was whittling wood with a sword, and Aji.

The father squatted down and teased the little ones. Before long, all the spirits rushed to her side and rubbed against her.

It was meowing and barking, wanting her to hug it.

The frail girl bent down and picked up a kitten, gently rubbing its head before looking at her elderly father, who was half-squatting and feeding it spirit stones.

Song Dynasty Xuan Wan looked up from his busy schedule and smiled gently at his daughter.

The others watched quietly until Song Tingwan's lips curved slightly, at which point they all breathed a sigh of relief.