Looking at the small metal ball Lu Qibin had taken from around his neck, Zhou Qing asked curiously, "You said Li Yang gave this small metal ball to Xu Ming. So how did it end up in your hands?"
"Perhaps it was fate."
Lu Qibin placed the small metal ball on the table and pushed it toward Zhou Qing...
Holding the small metal ball, Xu Ming looked at Li Yang, who was smiling at him, and inexplicably felt both embarrassed and irritated, as though a girl no older than twelve had seen straight through him.
How ridiculous!
And so, the next day arrived. Li Yang's heartbeat grew weaker and weaker, yet she still forced herself to rise. Accompanied by Li Gong, Xu Ming, and Lu Qibin, she left the Confinement Room.
It was already a fact that Li Yang was about to die. They had no wish to stop this final flicker of life, and merely stayed by her side.
When they reached the cliff, Li Yang gazed at the first ray of sunlight on the horizon. At last, she could no longer hold on. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed.
Lu Qibin hurriedly caught her and cried, "Li Yang! Don't die!"
But Li Yang paid no heed to Lu Qibin's sobbing. She merely stared quietly at the Red Sun slowly rising from between the mountains in the east and murmured, "I'm sorry, Maternal Uncle. I can already look directly at moonlight and appreciate its beauty, but I still cannot feel the beauty of the rising sun.
"Perhaps it is because it is too bright, causing the light of all the other stars in the sky to fade into obscurity.
"Or perhaps its light resembles the unseen hand of fate too closely. Whether I want it or not,