"Dijiang...I'm so tired, I want to sleep for a while..."
Di Jiang felt his nose was sore. He held Zhu Jiuyin's dragon head in his arms and whispered.
"Go to sleep, I will stay with you."
"I just want to hear 'I love you' one last time..."
Zhu Jiuyin's voice became smaller and smaller.
His eyes slowly closed and his breathing stopped. The temperature of his body, which was originally like a furnace, gradually dissipated.
"Nine Yin...Nine Yin! Nine Yin!"
Di Jiang lay on Zhu Jiuyin's huge body and cried loudly.
"Why is it like this! It's obvious...it's almost healed, isn't it?"
Di Jiang still wanted to comfort himself, but the desperate fact was right in front of him and he couldn't escape.
"Nine Yin...Nine Yin! I love you! I love you! Don't leave!"
The emperor's tears flowed across the river, and he cried desperately in the snowy field.
Zhu Jiuyin's last words kept echoing in his ears.
He shouted those three words helplessly.
"I love you, I love you, and I will never abandon you again. Don't leave! Just listen to me!"
The sky darkened.
There is a legend in the far north that the candle dragon has the ability to see day when it opens its eyes and night when it closes its eyes.
When Zhu Jiuyin was several hundred years old, he left here with Di Jiang and went to Guangming Pavilion.
So the current days and nights are actually a pair of eyes left behind after the death of Zhu Long, guarding here instead of Zhu Jiuyin.
At this time, the sky suddenly turned dark, and it was obvious that even Zhulong couldn't bear to look any further...
"Jiuyin, I will take you back, I will take you back!"
Di Jiang cried.
"When I get back, I will marry you. I will have the grandest wedding. I want everyone to know that you are my wife. Can you please say something..."
Di Jiang's voice became smaller and smaller.
He knew that no matter how much he cried, Zhu Jiuyin would never come back...
By the time Ye Fan and Sun Simiao saw Di Jiang again, it was already half a month later.
Early that morning, Ye Fan came to Di Jiang's office as usual to help him handle the official affairs of Guangming Pavilion, but he saw that Di Jiang was already sitting in front of the public case.
After not seeing each other for just half a month, Di Jiang's hair has turned completely white.
"Di Jiang, you are back..."
Ye Fan didn't say much else. When he saw Di Jiang's appearance, he knew that Zhu Jiuyin might have...
Seeing Ye Fan coming over, Di Jiang's eyes were slightly absent-minded.
"Ye Fan, I want you to do something for me..."
Ye Fan looked at Di Jiang, who was now ashen-faced, and nodded.
"You said that as long as I can do anything, I will do my best to help you."
Di Jiang looked at Ye Fan, but Ye Fan felt like he was looking at Zhu Jiuyin through himself.
"I want you to help me arrange a wedding. Arrange an unprecedented and grandest wedding."
Di Jiang murmured.
"I want to marry Jiuyin, I want to give her the most beautiful wedding, and make her the happiest woman..."
When Ye Fan heard Di Jiang's instructions, he was stunned for a moment, then came over and held Di Jiang's shoulders, shaking them hard.
"Di Jiang! Please wake up, Jiuyin is gone!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Di Jiang's eyes suddenly turned red.
"You are talking nonsense! Jiuyin is still there, she is by my side, always with me, you are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense..."
Di Jiang covered his head and squatted on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
