Water droplets dripped down the stalactite tips, making a crisp and sweet sound. The light shines down from the cracks in the rocks above her head and falls on Acacia's hair. She was half leaning against the stone wall, her head slightly bowed, holding a small black gold bronze mirror in her hand.
Next to the stone wall not far from her side, there was a coffin made of agarwood. The sunken wood coffin is engraved with complicated lotus patterns. This is where she is going to rest.
There are about three months left. When spring blossomed in the imperial capital, she went to help him heal his legs, and then forgot about him forever.
The small bronze mirror reflected Xiangsi's current appearance. She didn't have the satin-like black hair that he once praised, and she didn't have eyes that were as bright as stars. There were fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her skin was dull. Oh, would he feel distressed if he saw her like she is now?
But how could she let him feel distressed?
In the three-mile peach forest, he blocked the little arrow in his sleeve for her. In the Miao Valley Witch Hall, he carried her through the Shili Dark Palace. He narrowly escaped death for her and was covered in scars.
Now, she is willing to exchange her life for his healthy body in the future. She just wants him to be safe and happy in the rest of his life, without any worries.