Su Yu knelt down beside her, deliberately shifting his body to block Yu Qianqian's view. He reached out and helped her up from the ground, gently holding her wrist. His dark eyes grew increasingly deep as he looked into her.

"Qianqian, I'm sorry I'm late, Qianqian!" Su Yu gently cupped Yu Qianqian's face with tenderness, her urgent voice tinged with a sob as she softly called out.

Yu Qianqian had obviously heard the screams that had just rang out behind him, but she kept her eyes half-closed in sorrow, pretending not to hear them.

Su Yu was somewhat surprised by her calmness. Her surprised gaze fixed on her face, and she took a short, light breath, her voice sounding like she was crying: "Qianqian, does it hurt a lot? Tell me quickly, where does it hurt?"

Yu Qianqian frowned deeply, gently shook her head and glanced at him. She remained silent for a long time. It really hurt. The pain spread from her heart to the depths of her soul. Her Achen was dead. This time, he had finally left this world forever. She could finally be free without any worries.

Out of the corner of her eye, a graceful figure quickly approached. Leng Yuexi followed Su Yu and bent down, her gaze towards her somewhat complicated: "Yu Qianqian, I'm sorry, I've actually been using you all along. Hate me if you want."

Hearing this seemingly random statement, Su Yu finally understood its deeper meaning. He listened to the voice without looking over, and Leng Yuexi's fingers, which were about to touch Yu Qianqian's face, were suddenly stopped by him. "Don't touch her!"

Leng Yuexi turned her gaze to Su Yu, feeling somewhat disappointed. Her hand slowly fell down, and she gradually fell silent.

After a long while, Yu Qianqian smiled coldly: "Leng Yuexi, there was no connection between us. Today, all of this is my own fault."

Knowing her strength was waning and that she was nearing the end, she didn't want to waste her last moments on trivial matters. She reached out and grabbed Su Yu's sleeve, looking at him with pleading eyes: "Su Yu, I want to say a few more words to him. Could you let me go see him?"

Su Yu's expression didn't change at all. Instead, she nodded and smiled at her, saying, "Okay, whatever you say."

He held her in his arms, his solemn gaze fixed ahead. He walked a few steps forward, hesitated for a moment when he saw the man lying on the ground, but finally stepped forward and approached him.

In the blink of an eye, Su Yu was near Mu Beichen's side. She gently put her down, her gaze suddenly dimmed as she looked at them, and she turned away and slowly walked away.

Yu Qianqian knelt down and used all her strength to help him up, letting him lean against her legs. She then used her fingertips to gently wipe the blood from his cheek, her expression unchanged as usual.

"Achen, I'm here to be with you. We promised to live and die together, and now we can finally have our wish fulfilled. Aren't you happy?" Yu Qianqian spoke calmly, without any burden.

Mu Beichen looked up at her with a deathly pale face, hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "Little Qian'er, do you know what I regret most right now?"

Yu Qianqian looked somewhat bewildered, gently shook her head, and did not reply to him.

He ignored the onlookers in the distance, his eyes filled with Yu Qianqian's weak and helpless appearance, his gaze filled with endless doting: "Qianqian, the thing I regret most in my life is ascending the throne. If I could do it all over again, I, Mu Beichen, would not enter the royal family, nor would I want to be a superior person. I just want to be an ordinary man, a man who belongs to you."

"Yu Qianqian, I love you—"