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Song Feiwan was crouching on the ground, using a torn strip of cloth to staunch the bleeding from Xiao Yu's leg. A chilling thought rushed through her mind, momentarily blinding her with fear. At the same time, an uncontrollable wave of joy surged within her.
He likes her! He really likes her! Is there anything in this world that brings more happiness than mutual affection? No, there isn’t. The sweetness in her heart even made her forget the pain coursing through her body.
Feeling delighted, Song Feiwan thought, if he likes me too, then my chances of expressing my feelings to him must be even greater! After carefully tying off the wound and securing it with a knot, she clapped her hands and stood up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Yan's face. He was glaring fiercely at Xiao Yu, his eyes ablaze with a fierce determination that made her heart sink. How could he still be so spirited when death was looming? No, that look was more like he intended to take Xiao Yu down with him!
Suddenly, a piercing sound sliced through the air. Her body reacted faster than her thoughts as she lunged at Xiao Yu, throwing herself onto him! He had just endured a brutal battle and had lost too much blood; he was caught off guard and fell to the ground under Song Feiwan's weight.
Then came a cacophony of sounds—crackling and thudding! A rain of cold arrows descended upon them! Xiao Yan had set up indiscriminate attack mechanisms in the dilapidated temple! He intended to drag everyone down to hell with him!
By the time Xiao Yu heard the whistling arrows, it was too late. The projectiles were coming too quickly; even he couldn't dodge them in time, let alone Song Feiwan. He could clearly feel several arrows piercing into Song Feiwan's body!
In an instant, blood flowed like rivers within the temple, and corpses lay scattered everywhere. Someone was shouting: "Protect His Highness!"
A surge of immense pain and fear struck Xiao Yu directly at his core. He couldn't think of anything else; he rolled over abruptly, shielding Song Feiwan in his arms. With a swift motion of his sleeve, he deflected some of the lethal arrows and charged toward the temple exit.
Finally reaching a safe area, he didn’t have time to check his own injuries. He knelt down and carefully laid Song Feiwan in his embrace. The sight of the vast bloodstains before him pierced his eyes with agony.
The delicate woman lay with her eyes closed, her face pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She had injured her internal organs!
The blood spread from her heart.
Feiwan?
Xiao Yu felt darkness envelop him, an overwhelming fear crashing over him, his voice trembling violently.
In that moment, he felt as if everything was being drained from his hands and body.
Song Feiwan slowly opened her eyes, laboriously lifting her blood-stained hand.
Xiao Yu brought his face close to hers, pressing against her warm palm, speaking incoherently, "Hold on, we need to tend to your wound right now."
Song Feiwan touched his face, her pupils showing signs of dilating as she intermittently asked, "Are you... how are you?"
He croaked out, "I’m fine..."
A wild agony surged through his body, something uncontrollable slipping away from him.
He wanted to shout, to question why someone so afraid of death would shield him from an arrow.
Are you foolish?
Yet Song Feiwan weakly replied, "That’s good."
Tears suddenly fell from Xiao Yu's eyes, all words caught in his throat.
Song Feiwan could barely see; she realized too late that it wasn’t rain.
She tenderly caressed Xiao Yu's face, her heart heavy with reluctance.
What should I do? Just when I confirmed his feelings, it seems like I have to say goodbye.
Xiao Yu gasped for breath and carefully lifted her up, running down the mountain.
"I will definitely save you!" he shouted, as if that would make it more convincing.
Song Feiwan murmured in response, her consciousness fading; she didn’t even know where she was hurt.
From experience, she knew it was serious.
So there were some things she needed to say before it was too late.
Leaning against Xiao Yu’s chest, she listened to the sounds of the wind, footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat as she whispered hoarsely: "Don’t be afraid; I’m a disaster but not so easy to kill."
Xiao Yu heard her voice growing weaker; his arms tightened around her uncontrollably as he was engulfed by panic and helplessness.
"Yes, you are a disaster! You will be a disaster for me for a lifetime! You are not allowed to die without my permission!"
"Mm." Song Feiwan smiled faintly and solemnly said, "Xiao Yu, I’ve deceived you many times; my feelings for you are real. Can you trust me one last time?"
Xiao Yu bit down hard on his teeth but still let out a pained groan.
He was so overwhelmed with emotion that he didn't even notice the wound on his leg had burst open. His blood, her blood, dripped steadily onto the snow-covered ground as they descended the mountain. Listening to her speak of a love that exchanged lives, a love he had longed for, he felt no joy at all. His voice was choked with anguish: "What do you mean 'the end'? We still have decades ahead of us!"
Song Feiwan felt her consciousness fading, and her hand slipped helplessly. She sighed contentedly, tears quietly streaming from the corners of her eyes, her eyelids growing heavier. "Do you trust me?" she thought, already knowing the answer but still wanting to hear him say it. She forced herself to ask.
"Yes! I trust you!"
She couldn't speak; her lips curled into a faint smile.
Xiao Yu felt as if his soul had been drained, and he screamed in despair: "Song Feiwan! Open your eyes! Keep lying to me, lie to me for a lifetime!"
His legs gave way beneath him, and he fell hard, still clutching Song Feiwan tightly.
Looking at her pale face, he felt as if he had been struck with a heavy blow; his throat burned as if he had swallowed charcoal. "Feiwan, no! Please, don't close your eyes! I believe you; I won't hold anything against you," he cried. "It was my foolishness and arrogance that led me to toy with my enemies. I regret it; I truly know I've made mistakes. Don't leave me, please, I beg you!"
If he had known this day would come, he would never have chosen to torment Xiao Yan with dull knives; he would have ended it cleanly and decisively. So why, when it was clearly his fault, did he have to punish the woman he loved?
Song Feiwan had died once before; that time had taken half of his life away. He truly could not bear to lose her again!
They had just reunited; he hadn't even had the chance to express how much he liked her or tell her that he didn't blame her at all. Every day, he longed to see her again—to share meals with her, read together, watch her mischievous smile, and hold her as they fell asleep.
But his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit any of this.
Now he understood that compared to her, nothing else mattered. If she deceived him, he would willingly accept it! He acknowledged it!
But why? Why was heaven so cruel?
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