Farewell?
The two words were like a crimson vortex, dragging Ren Yuanhao into the abyss of memory. His mind was filled with Cheng Li, with flashes of blood-red light. Under this indescribable pressure, everything before his eyes began to be permeated with a bloody hue.
In the light and shadow, he clearly saw Ouyang Rui, her expression etched with tragic and resolute beauty, raising her blade. The blade reflected a fatal, solitary gleam. He knew that in the next second, this sharp blade would tear open Ouyang Rui’s heart, and the "little fan girl" who had made him feel so intensely alive would vanish completely from this world!
“No!”
Ren Yuanhao’s Qi followed his intent. All his internal energy surged into his feet. The Flying Dragon’s Grasp was propelled to an unprecedented speed. His entire being was like an arrow released from a bowstring, so fast that his eyes could not possibly capture it!
His mind held but one thought: to seize the blade that would claim a life. He had already experienced a death that brought him unbearable pain once. That feeling was like having one’s heart ripped out, like one’s most beautiful memories being carved away by a sharp blade. The agony was enough to suffocate, to drive one mad.
Last time, he had not made it in time. This time, he firmly believed he could seize the throat of fate before the blade took Ouyang Rui’s life.
Hiss!
In a flash of lightning, the blade Ouyang Rui had thrust towards his heart was forcefully intercepted by Ren Yuanhao’s lightning-fast movement and speed!
His hand pressed down on Ouyang Rui’s blade. Blood trickled from his torn palm, but he felt no pain, only relief.
However, this relief was short-lived. Before a smile could even form on his face, he sensed a chilling killing intent surging behind him like a tidal wave.
No escape!
At this critical moment, his feet could not move an inch, as if his ankles were gripped by something intangible. He knew clearly that this was blood exhaustion rigor caused by internal energy overload!
—I’m going to die, aren’t I?
At that very moment, he caught a glimpse of a slender, graceful figure breaking through all constraints and resolutely blocking in front of him, pushing him with her delicate palm.
He stumbled several steps and suddenly looked back, only to see a large hand passing through Ouyang Rui’s thin, delicate body, emerging from her chest!
“No! Don’t!”
Ren Yuanhao’s tears streamed down his face. A profound sorrow, like a demon escaping from the deepest hell, instantly engulfed him. His vision was filled with bloody light and shadow, with swirling dust and the smell of blood.
“This, this time, it’s finally my turn to stand, stand in front of you…”
Ouyang Rui smiled like a blooming flower. In her eyes, only Ren Yuanhao existed at this moment. The memories erased by the waters of Forgetfulness instantly revived. Her smile was as tragically beautiful as the crimson twilight in the sky, like a blood-red rose in its ultimate bloom. But when all life reaches its peak, it signifies death, like the Tutu blossom.
“You, you finally came~ My, peerless hero… Don’t mind me, hurry, hurry and go~”
The aura of death instantly enveloped Ouyang Rui, like a withered flower. The transition from full bloom to wilting was instantaneous.
This woman saw you as the only sun in her world, held you in her palm, treasured your every action, empathized with all your emotions, her heart pounding like a drum at your closeness, regarding all your nonsense as divine decree. She had, at a tense family banquet like this, rejected a seemingly heaven-sent perfect marriage, as if cutting ice and splitting snow. She believed in you so much, depended on you so much, that she would risk her life to save you—
Even in her dying moments, she urged you to escape!
Ren Yuanhao’s head suddenly drooped. The muffled thudding of his heart was like thunder, threatening to break the cage of his chest. A cold laugh crawled from his throat!
“DiDi, detecting host’s adrenaline surge!
Strength greatly enhanced!
Agility greatly enhanced!
Internal energy levels
But, she is dying~
The dead have no choices.
“Ren, Ren Yuanhao, in, in the next life, will, will you marry me?”