In the golden vortex, the last bit of light condensed and turned into a strand of fine golden thread, gently wrapping around Shi Heng's wrist.

Like a gentle touch.

Like a... belated farewell.

Shi Heng froze all over, and slowly lowered his head, watching the golden light linger on his wrist for a moment, and finally... dissipate without a trace.

She refused to leave him even the last trace.

“Heh… heh…”

He suddenly laughed softly, his laughter terribly hoarse.

“Good…very good…”

He stood up slowly, but his eyes were deadly cold.

"You think you can get rid of me like this?"

He lowered his head, looked at the wedding dress in his hands, and said word by word, "Gu Youran, forget it."

"I will find you no matter where you go."

Han Jingchen bent down and picked up the scattered Nine Star Ring fragments one by one.

There are nine pieces in total.

He walked back to Shi Heng and saw that she was still holding the wedding dress tightly, her fingers were white from pinching it.

"Here, the fragment of the Nine Star Ring." Han Jingchen placed the fragment in front of Shi Heng.

Shi Heng looked down at the debris on the ground, his lips trembling, wanting to say something but not saying it.

He carefully placed the nine pieces into his suit pocket and stood up holding the wedding dress.

Just then, the sound of orderly footsteps suddenly came.

Zhuo Lin walked in quickly with more than thirty secret guards, followed by a medical team.

"Seal off the scene."

He gave the order in a cold voice, his eyes sweeping across the messy hall, and his pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the wedding dress in Shi Heng's arms.