Inside the bamboo house!

Qin Qingmo had just seen off several physicians, her exquisite face tinged with bitterness. She didn't need the physicians to tell her; she already knew her condition was dire and that she might not have much time left.

Feeling somewhat powerless, Qin Qingmo sat down on a chair, memories flooding her mind. She couldn't help but think of the young man from Lin'an.

How is he doing now? It's a pity... I'm dying! I can't keep my promise to him!