On the operating table, Xia Wanyuan's heartbeat gradually slowed down. The doctors began the last treatment method, and the operating theater was in chaos.
Xia Wanyuan passed through the layers of fog, as if she was suspended in the sky, quietly looking down at everything in the world.
She saw groups of people heading towards the imperial mausoleum of the Great Xia Dynasty. The cries were endless.
Through the gauze-like clouds, Xia Wanyuan saw her younger brother, Xia Wei, who had already raised the beam. He was wearing a dragon robe and had a serious expression as he stood at the front of the team.
Behind Xia Wei, Xia Huangqiao and Xia Yu followed Xia Wei as they wiped their tears.
Xia Wanyuan wanted to reach out and wipe the tears off their faces, but the fog in the middle seemed to never be removed.
From afar, Xia Wanyuan could only see Xia Wei say something to his younger siblings before everyone entered the imperial mausoleum.
