52: Chapter 52: A Dead Person in My Heart

"Among the three of us, who is any better than the others?"

"Each of us carries a 'dead' person in our hearts, yet we still struggle bitterly in this world."

"It's truly... ridiculous and pathetic."

"You two are even more pathetic than I am, because the person living in both your hearts is the same person..."

"Zhuge Jinyu!"

Ye Jingjun looked up abruptly, a flash of anger from being exposed in her eyes, but more so a sense of powerless sorrow.

"Indeed... thousands of years have passed, yet I am still trapped in that time, unable to escape no matter what."

"I am his lawfully wedded wife, yet I lost my husband..."

Cang Mingyue also looked up, her azure eyes shimmering with tears and grievance.

"Sister Jinyu, you... stop talking..."

Zhuge Jinyu looked at them, at these two Transcendent Heroic Spirits who were at the pinnacle of strength yet equally trapped by love.

In the end, she just shook her head and waved her hand listlessly.

"You may leave."

"I will make an appearance at the Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony as I see fit. As for those from the Western Alliance..."

A cold light flashed in her eyes, reminiscent of when she commanded thousands of troops.

Though it was only for a moment, the temperature of the entire secret realm seemed to drop a few degrees.

Over all these years, her cultivation hadn't slackened in the slightest.

All for the sake of...

As long as she could find Mister, even if there was only a sliver of possibility.

She would resolutely take him away and keep him by her side.

And then use the power he gave her to protect him.

"If they really dare to run wild in Jinguan City."

"I don't mind letting them witness the wrath of Marquis Zhuge."

Ye Jingjun and Cang Mingyue exchanged a glance.

They knew this was the best attitude Zhuge Jinyu could offer.

"In that case, Prime Minister Zhuge, we take our leave."

She said no more, turned, and left, her delicate figure vanishing into the white mist.

"Sister Jinyu, take care!"

"In a couple of days, that little snake from Qiantang and that fox from Zhaoge will also come to participate in the Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony!"

"I'll bring some fine wine from Penglai Immortal Island for you all to drink then, hee hee!"

Cang Mingyue also hurriedly bid farewell to Zhuge Jinyu.

Her skirt swayed as she disappeared into the mist like a blue stream.

The secret realm returned to deathly silence.

Only Zhuge Jinyu remained, sitting alone beneath the ancient tree.

She slowly picked up the broken mirror on the table, cradling it carefully in her palms as if holding the world's most precious and fragile item.

Her fingertips traced the cracks over and over again.

It seemed that by doing this, she could feel a trace of warmth that had long since dissipated.

"Mister..."

"Could it be you?"

As was her habit, she pressed the mirror against her beautiful face.

She closed her eyes.

"I've waited for five years, five hundred years, five thousand years..."

"Just how much longer do you want me to wait for you?"

"Western Alliance, Goddess of War, Witch."

"Heh..."

"If you truly can never return, then what does it matter if this land I've been guarding for you is destroyed?"

A crystal tear finally slid uncontrollably from the corner of her closed eye.

It dripped onto the broken mirror, quietly blurring.

On the mirror's surface, the intersecting cracks, reflected in the tearlight...

...formed a blurry face with a gentle smile.

From Great Qian to Great Xia, from Jinguan to Luodu, he had always continued his life in the form of her heartbeat.

From the time the Great Qian civilization was forgotten to when it was remembered, the way of communication changed from letters to text messages.

He had always been in her heart, never separated.

The promise they made to watch the snow together...

But later, when the heavy snow fell, she only saw the snow covering the road back.

At the end of the road, there was no one.

Her memories flew back to that first summer, when she held the wedding dress her sister had entrusted to her before she died, saying with a smile that she would wear it for the man she loved most.

But how could she have known...

That first bow to heaven and earth would also be the last thanks to heaven and earth.

...

After receiving the doctor's notice, Jiang Luoli rushed to Su Chen's ward.

Looking at Su Chen, who was undergoing various examinations...

Her eyes were half filled with joy and half with disbelief.

Even in the context of the Spiritual Energy Recovery, with all her experience, she had never heard of...

...anyone who could survive after their body had reached such a state as Su Chen's.

Soon, the old doctor in the white robe in charge of the examination pushed open the door and came out.

"A medical miracle!"

"After just one night's sleep, all the lesions on this fellow's body have disappeared, all external injuries have healed, and even his shattered internal organs have regrown!"

"We can't explain it, but he is indeed completely healed, and his physical condition is even quite a bit stronger than an average person's!"

Jiang Luoli crossed her arms over her full chest, her beautiful eyes wide.

"He not only survived but all his injuries and illnesses have healed themselves?"

"Meaning... Su Chen can be discharged?"

The doctors all nodded vigorously.

She also had some guesses about Su Chen's situation.

He must have awakened some kind of ability, and it should be a healing type.

In that case, the improvement in his physical condition could be explained.

"But... we should find time to give this kid a thorough check-up to see exactly what ability he awakened."

...

The door to Su Chen's ward was gently pushed open.

The scent of gardenias wafted in before the person did.

Following that was the familiar slender figure.

It was Jiang Luoli.

"Senior."

Su Chen stared intently at the woman before him and said with a smile.

She was wearing a well-tailored black casual suit.

On top was a slightly elastic cream-colored knit sweater paired with a small black jacket.

The clothing perfectly outlined her breathtakingly proud curves.

Below was a pair of black fishnet stockings paired with high-quality golden high heels.

Her model-like height and body proportions were not inferior to Zhuge Jinyu's at all.

Her ink-black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling against her fair cheeks.

Her stunning face was lightly made up, carrying the refinement and laziness of a young lady from a wealthy family.

Jiang Luoli carried a fruit basket and handed it to the youth who was quietly leaning against the window.

For a moment, she actually didn't know how to greet him.

"Why are you still here?"

No, that's too rude.

In the end, she just glanced at his well-fitting old clothes.

"Xiao Chen, are you alright now?"

"Yeah."

Jiang Luoli looked up, sizing up this junior who was nearly thirty centimeters taller than her.

He still had the same handsome features, well-defined facial contours, and sharp eyebrows.

However, compared to before his injuries were healed, there was an additional, indescribable aura radiating from within him.

calm， Profound.

There was even a hint of majesty that made even a power-type martial artist like her feel a sense of trepidation.