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"Can we really do this? The prince will kill us, right?"
"Probably not. It's just an ordinary person. We have permission from that one this time, and the contract won't affect the prince."
It's so noisy. What are they talking about?
I slowly opened my eyes, still a bit dazed.
"Hey, hey, she's awake! Move quickly!"
She? Are they talking about me?
By the time I fully realized my situation, it was already too late.
I was now hanging at the edge of the tallest building in City C, swaying dangerously, unable to move my hands or feet. The cold wind was piercing through my pores, stinging my cheeks.
What is happening! My face turned pale, my eyes widened, and my pupils constricted in horror.
They want to push me off.
"Wait!"
Thoughts raced through my mind as I shouted loudly, my voice trembling.
"Wait for what? If we wait any longer, it will be too late," one of them said dismissively.
"Aren't you afraid of punishment from your prince? Aren't you afraid of losing your lives?"
With my life on the line, I didn't know who they were referring to as the prince, but I had to take a gamble.
Upon hearing this, the two paused their movements for a moment.
It worked; I let out a brief sigh of relief and continued, "Whatever it is, we can discuss it. There's no need to do this."
"There is nothing to discuss, stop wasting time." The person snapped back to reality, no longer giving me a chance to speak and pushed me down. I fell rapidly; from this height, there was no chance of survival.
Fear, despair, grievance, and unwillingness surged in my heart all at once. In moments like this, the clarity of helplessness is the most painful.
Clearly still alive, yet unable to do anything, I could only wait for my life to fade away.
Tears welled in my eyes, but they couldn't keep up with my falling speed, forming a transparent droplet suspended in the air, drifting further away from me.
Images of past moments with my parents, relatives, and friends flashed through my mind, the last one being Beiqing.
Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. I won't be able to come home to see you anymore.
I really, really want... to hug you again.
My consciousness began to blur, and everything before me became hazy.
"Roar!"
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, a furious roar from the horizon shook my eardrums, forcibly pulling my scattered awareness back.
In a daze, I vaguely saw a massive Azure Dragon charging towards me, its eyes filled with shattered loss.
I landed heavily on a hard shell; the powerful impact made me grunt softly. The sensation on my back gave me a feeling of rebirth. "Beiqing..." I was extremely weak, my voice barely audible.
"I'm here." The tone was slightly heavy yet contained some restraint, providing me with infinite comfort.
His broad dragon body felt incredibly safe. I relaxed and turned my head to quietly sob, strands of hair sticking to the side of my face.
I knew that I must look very disheveled at this moment.
Beiqing brought me home; he held me tightly and gently laid me on the bed.
He gazed at me intently, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.
After a long while, he finally stood up and gently said to me:
"Wait for me."
Hearing that he was going to leave, I panicked for a moment, trembling as I tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, my voice slightly choked with tears:
"Don't go... can you stay with me?"
The panic of surviving a disaster still lingered in my heart. Although I knew this request was somewhat excessive, I still voiced it.
He paused his movements and turned around, placing his hands on my shoulders with restraint:
"Just one minute, I'll be back soon."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and opened the timer:
"If I'm not back in one minute, you can punish me, okay?"
With that, I reluctantly let go of my grip, tears welling in my eyes as I said sorrowfully:
"Don't lie to me."
He replied softly:
"Okay."
Beiqing left, and I was alone in the room. I leaned back against the headboard, curling up my legs tightly as if this could give me some sense of security.
The room was empty and quiet, with only the sound of my breathing.
I stared intently at the screen of my phone, slowly waiting.
He didn't lie to me; when the number on the screen changed to 55, he reappeared before me.
"I’m back, I didn’t lie to you, did I?" he said with a light laugh.
For some unknown reason, I opened my arms and tightly hugged his neck, burying my head in the crook of his neck as I cried intermittently, saying, "I... I almost never got to see you again."
I cried fiercely, trembling all over, tears uncontrollably streaming down my cheeks and soaking his clothes.
He didn’t push me away; instead, he gently patted my back and softly comforted me, repeating over and over again, "It’s okay, it’s okay."
I don’t know how long it took, but eventually I cried myself out. My eyes were red and swollen, tears covering my cheeks as I quietly sobbed in his embrace.
"Beiqing," I called his name, my voice thick with nasal tones that were barely recognizable if one didn’t listen closely.
"I’m here."
"Beiqing." I called him again. I didn’t know why, but I felt that doing so could soothe the pain in my heart.
"I’m here."
"Beiqing..."
He showed no sign of impatience; his voice was low yet gentle. "I’m here, Wuhe. I’ve always been here."
"I’m sorry... I’m late."
After a moment, he whispered an apology in my ear, his words filled with endless regret.
I tightened my grip around his arms as if I were a small boat adrift in the night clinging to the only thread of hope.
Only this way could I feel that I was still alive.
After a long while, I felt a pair of hands resting on my waist, their warmth bringing me comfort.
I could also sense his fingertips trembling, as if he was still in shock.
"Just sleep, I'll stay by your side," he said.
He laid me down on the bed and sat quietly at the edge, watching over me.
Still feeling uneasy, I reached out and gently held his pinky finger. I didn't realize when it started, but I had already become dependent on him.
He was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly and intertwined his fingers with mine.
I didn't expect him to do that, and I felt a bit nervous as sweat formed in my palm.
"Sleep now," he said gently, seemingly unconcerned.
With his soothing words, I slowly drifted into slumber.
The overwhelming fear had kept me in a state of terror, and I didn't notice the faint traces of blood on his sleeve after he returned.
All I felt was that something within me seemed to be breaking free.
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