The person who harmed her dearest friend, she would not let go easily, even if that person was Nangong Mo's master!
No matter how many people there were, she would not let any of them escape!
Crouching before Meng Qinghua, Gu Qianying gently tended to the wound on his severed leg.
Her movements were so light, as if she were afraid of hurting Meng Qinghua.
However... Meng Qinghua still woke up.
"Qianying, why is it you?"
Meng Qinghua's voice was hoarse after waking, his throat feeling as if it had been scraped by knives.
He didn't know when he had fainted, and when he woke up, he saw Gu Qianying.
When Meng Qinghua felt the pain in his severed leg, he finally remembered that his legs were gone.
He saw that the wounds on his legs had already been bandaged and treated.
Meng Qinghua looked up at Gu Qianying.
Before he could speak, he saw tears streaming down Gu Qianying's cheeks.
Seeing this, Meng Qinghua raised his hand and gently rubbed Gu Qianying's head.
"Look at you, why are you crying? It's just a pair of legs. If they're gone, they're gone. I'm not dead. Qianying, don't be sad for me, I'm fine."
As he said this, a bitter smile flickered across Meng Qinghua's lips.
How important a pair of legs was to a normal person, how could he not feel it?
How could he not be grief-stricken and sad?
But seeing his dearest friend, Gu Qianying, shedding tears of heartache before him.
In that case, how could he show his own grief to his dearest friend?
Show his own sadness.
This way, Gu Qianying would worry about him even more.
Listening to Meng Qinghua's words.
The tears in her eyes flowed even more profusely.
Tears dripped onto the ground.
Gu Qianying looked up at Meng Qinghua, "I'm sorry."
It was she who had wronged Meng Qinghua.
It was all because he was helping her that Meng Qinghua ended up like this.
It was all her fault!
She had caused Meng Qinghua to lose a pair of legs.
Meng Qinghua pinched Gu Qianying's face and chuckled, "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you have to be sorry for? Qianying, remember, you did nothing wrong, and Nangong Mo did nothing wrong. The fault lies with those with malicious intentions, the fault lies with those with wicked hearts."
"If it weren't us today, it would be someone else falling into their hands, it would be someone else suffering such harm. Qianying... we did nothing wrong. We were just sticking to what we believed in, and these people cannot be a reason for others to harm us."
"Qianying, you did nothing wrong either."
Meng Qinghua was always so righteous.
Gu Qianying felt even more heartache seeing him like this.
She helped Meng Qinghua tidy his slightly disheveled clothes and then tended to his wounds.
Afterward, she put down the Po Yun Sword in her hand, turned around, and crouched before Meng Qinghua.
During this time, she wiped away her tears.
"Get on, I'll carry you out."
For the immobile Meng Qinghua, getting out of the iron cage was also a problem.
And seeing Gu Qianying like this.
Meng Qinghua did not act coy and refuse to be carried.
Instead, he smiled, reached out, and hugged her neck, leaning on her back.
"I'm heavy, don't drop me."
Although it was a playful remark.
It felt particularly unsettling to Gu Qianying.
If it were the usual Meng Qinghua, he would never let her carry him.
Now that he had lost his legs, he had also lost his pride.
"Don't worry, I won't."
Gu Qianying picked up Meng Qinghua.
When she said this, her voice was very gentle.
Meng Qinghua, leaning on her back, smiled faintly and shook his head.
Then, he glanced at Nangong Mo, who was still within the barrier, eyes closed, cultivating.
When Gu Qianying carried him and placed him beside Song Wuji, he suddenly grabbed Gu Qianying's sleeve.
Gu Qianying looked at him sharply, "What is it?"
"Qianying, Nangong Mo... he..."
Before he could finish speaking, Gu Qianying gently interrupted him: "I know what you want to say. Don't worry, I won't disturb his cultivation. However... I will never let go of those who hurt you. Therefore... today, I am going to break this barrier."
Looking at her injured and disabled friends before her.
Gu Qianying made a decision in her heart.
She flipped her palm.
The Po Yun Sword instantly flew into her hand.
As she turned, Meng Qinghua's hand, which was holding her sleeve, did not let go. Instead, he pulled it hard again.
Gu Qianying looked back at him, "What is it?"
"Qianying, Nangong Mo has not given up on you. I heard with my own ears that he wants to return all his cultivation to his master in exchange for a lifetime of companionship with you. His master disagreed, so when he was not on guard, he drugged him, forcing him to obey his master's words. Qianying, what you are seeing him do now is not his will; it is his master forcing him."
"Qianying, believe in Nangong Mo, believe in your husband. He has never changed."
This was what he had heard when he was being tormented by the Blue Spirit Woman.
It was also these words that made him certain that Nangong Mo was still the same Nangong Mo, whether towards their dear friends or towards the one he loved, he had never changed.
At this moment, what they were seeing was just an illusion.
Gu Qianying looked at the two people within the barrier.
After a long while, she slowly said, "I know, and I have never doubted him. Don't worry, today... I will take him with me."
With that said.
Meng Qinghua released Gu Qianying.
Gu Qianying, holding the Po Yun Sword, leaped towards the barrier.
At this moment, Ouyang Qinglin, whose complexion had recovered slightly, also looked at Gu Qianying.
The fervor in his eyes was unnoticed by anyone.
And the sadness in his eyes was also unseen by anyone.
A bitter smile curved his lips.
The woman he deeply loved had ultimately chosen Nangong Mo.
But it was for the best; at least she was happy.
"Brother Ouyang, a forced melon is never sweet. You know this well, so let it go. If you let go, you will also be letting yourself go. Do you want to live with this heartache forever?"
Du Chun struggled to stand up, walked to Ouyang Qinglin, and sat down beside him, leaning against the wall.
Du Chun was also severely injured, but after treatment, he was a bit better now.
Ouyang Qinglin turned to look at Du Chun and chuckled, "Emotions, how can they be let go of so easily? Du Chun... I've been trying to convince myself to let go, often telling myself that as long as I see her happy, it doesn't matter who she's with. But... when I see that her heart belongs to someone else, I still feel jealous, I still feel heartache."
"I often wonder why the person she fell in love with isn't me. Am I lacking in something compared to Nangong Mo? I've searched for this answer for many years, and over these years, I've tried to imitate Nangong Mo's demeanor, his preferences, his habits. But later, as I learned, I became less like myself. I became even more insecure."
"In the end, I realized that no matter what I did, even if I had the exact same face as Nangong Mo, she wouldn't like me. And this time, I had also thought that Nangong Mo would part ways with her, would separate from her."
"This way, I would have a chance to approach her, and have a chance to become the second man in her heart. Unfortunately... I was still wrong."
"Seeing her in pain, seeing her sad, I suddenly realized that even if I got her, what would be the point? The one who brings her joy and happiness has never been me. Even if we were together, would she truly be happy? Clearly not. The person in her heart can never be me. Therefore... I've also come to understand, and yesterday I came to persuade Nangong Mo to turn back, but unfortunately, I was ambushed by his senior sister."
"It is destined that I, Ouyang Qinglin, will never obtain the woman I love in this life. This is... fate."
A tear trickled down his eye.
Ouyang Qinglin's gaze never left Gu Qianying.
Du Chun looked at Ouyang Qinglin and sighed, saying nothing more.
Yes, emotions, how could they be let go of just like that?
Even if one knows that a forced melon is not sweet, what can be done?
How could the pain in one's heart disappear so easily?
If it were that simple, Ouyang Qinglin would not have loved Gu Qianying so deeply, knowing the outcome yet unable to extricate himself.
Striking the barrier again and again.
Gu Qianying, using her demonic power and wielding the Po Yun Sword, was putting in almost all her strength.
The hard, unbreakable barrier, under Gu Qianying's relentless strikes, was broken within a few breaths...