Host, didn't you say you'd watch him leave with your own eyes before leaving yourself?
In the Small World, Little Four watched the man crying so hard and, for some inexplicable reason, felt sorry for the Great Demon King.
Su Qiao's eyes dimmed slightly, a hint of conflict in them. "Birth, aging, illness, and death aren't things I can decide."
Little Four secretly curled its lips.
It didn't believe her.
Clearly, as long as she used medicine on herself, she could hold on for another year or two.
In truth, how could Su Qiao not want to stay another two years? But now, every day that passed added to her anxiety.
These days were simply too agonizing for her.
She couldn't sleep or eat well, and her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts every moment.
For example, where would she go after dying in this world?
Would she enter the underworld directly and reincarnate, or would death mean the end of everything, leaving nothing behind?
Or perhaps, as she had guessed, this Plane truly wasn't her original Plane, but merely one of the countless Small Worlds.
If that was really the case, where had she come from, and where would she eventually return? What would things be like there?
And why had she appeared in these Small Planes?
Also, if she returned, what would happen to Little Four? Would it disappear?
And what would happen to him?
Would they never see each other again?
Would things between them end just like this?
All of it was unknown.
These questions constantly tormented her nerves. She couldn't even sleep peacefully, and she grew more irritable with each passing day.
As time dragged on, she became mentally exhausted and physically worn out. Her body was beginning to fail her, and she