"Perhaps while liking you, I also regarded you as a lifeline, a warm straw in my existence.
I cling to you, treating this attachment as a form of dependence and a means of survival, to the point where even I hadn't realized it.
In this affection, I am weak and powerless, even hoping you would come to rescue me."
Yin Baishuang lowered her gaze briefly, and when she lifted her eyes again, the misty color was still present, but her face appeared more serene and clear, her bright eyes seemingly carrying a layer of light.
She said, "I'm perhaps incurably ill. Back then, in that small temple, when I saw you in the throes of the Netherworld Pill, I felt I couldn't just let you be.
From that moment, I developed the desire to grasp the vastness of this life, and I must shower you with a galaxy of stars. So, whenever you need me to rescue you, I will definitely come."
"You don't know how much I like you. I don't blame you, but I want to tell you now..."
