"This is the price you pay, the retribution! Cry? You have no right to cry!"

"Heartless and ungrateful, your whole family is the same, not a single one of you surnamed Yao is any good!"

"sorry..."

Yaohua said, trembling:

"I never expected it to turn out like this..."

"You didn't expect that? Hahaha..."

Suddenly, the woman burst into laughter, and more and more blood seeped from her chest.

"You're so smart, how could you not have thought of that? Hahaha..."

"Guess what your father said to me before he died?"

She asked with a smile.

Before Yaohua could speak, she said:

"He said, 'Let me give him a quick death!' Hahaha!"

"Hahaha..."

Her laughter grew increasingly harsh and shrill.

A red tear flashed in those blood-red, demonic eyes.

His playful gaze instantly turned sharp, and he roared:

"Why didn't anyone give me a quick death back then!"

"Why! Why did you do this, Yaohua?!"

She suddenly reached out her hand and grabbed Yaohua's sword tightly.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through her flesh and cut into the bones of her hand.

Staring wide-eyed, his expression was ferocious and terrifying.

The anger in his eyes burned like a raging fire.

The sword in Yaohua's hand radiated a dazzling light, but there was no light in his eyes.

"You, Yaohua, dedicated your life to the military, vanquishing demons and serving the people, earning worldwide renown, your sword's gleam illuminating the borders of China..."

But how could the world possibly know...?

How many shadows have your radiance cast?

"Everyone is afraid of us, terrified of us, but..."

"You are the ones who created us monsters!"

The last sentence, uttered with desperate force, resounded throughout the entire dark space.

After she finished shouting, her hands fell limply to her sides.

The scars on my hands can never be healed.

The sharpness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by calm.

Her soul is slowly fading away.

In the end, he only gave a bitter laugh and said softly:

"I hate you, Yaohua... I hate..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and before she could finish speaking, the red light in her eyes vanished, turning into complete darkness.

He died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

A tear rolled down her cheek and landed on the sand.

Her hair was loose, and the red wedding dress she wore was even more vibrant than it had been decades ago!

He drew his sword and tossed it aside with trembling hands.

He knelt beside her and picked up her body.

This was their first and last meeting.

Unfortunately, I can no longer feel her body temperature, nor can I feel the burning passion in her heart from decades ago.

"ah..."

Tears streamed down Yaohua's face as he looked up at the sky and let out a soft sigh.

"Ahhh... Hahaha..."

I cried and laughed, felt desperate and regretful, and couldn't forgive.