Shu Yao could no longer feel the pain in her body. What she was seeing was a dream, it had to be a dream, a dreamless realm... Please allow her to weave her imagination. The man before her had a deep, unyielding sorrow in his eyes, and his gaze was filled with reluctance and anxiety. She could feel the warmth from his palm gently covering her cold cheek.
Huo Jingsha felt a throbbing pain in his chest. He had never felt so useless. Seeing her bleeding profusely was like a thousand needles piercing his heart. He was in pain and dizzy, but no, he had to be strong and bring Yao'er back.
“Yao’er, don’t be afraid, your husband will save you. Be strong, okay? I… I’ll take you home.” He choked up, his words almost incoherent. “Doctor He will take good care of you. You’ll be alright. When you’re better, I’ll tell you everything. This is the explanation I owe you. Then we’ll continue to live happily together as a family of three. No, that’s not right. We also want to give Xiao Bao a little sister. It should be a family of four.”
He started talking too much again, rambling on and on.
Seeing Huo Jingsha's unbearable pain, Qi's former jealousy vanished completely. Looking at Shu Yao, whose life was nearing its end, his eyes reddened instantly. This foolish woman was probably really going to cost him his life this time.
If all lovers in the world could be united in marriage, wouldn't that be a blessing?
Although they tried to move her as gently as possible, no matter how careful they were, they couldn't help but tear at her wound. Shu Yao was still in a daze, her face contorted in pain. When Huo Jingsha picked her up, she finally couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Huo Jingsha kept cursing. Hearing her moans, he felt like he was on the verge of madness and utterly helpless.
Breathing heavily, the burning pain in her chest was unbearable. Shu Yao was enveloped in his broad chest, feeling his strong arms holding her tightly. The road ahead was uncertain, and she didn't want to know if she would die, but in her previous nine lives she had died under his merciless cruelty. To die in his tender care in this life was not a wasted life.
Then, she remembered something.
"Huo Jingsha...you promised me..." she whispered weakly in his ear. "If I die before you, you don't need to bother with my funeral rites. Just live your life as you always have. There are so many women in the world...but remember, you must treat my son well."
"I've said it before, you should go and tell Xiaobao this: if you die, I will go with you. I won't be able to pay my respects to you, and there won't be any other women."
Shu Yao curled her lips indifferently, "Why bother..."
Afraid of aggravating her injury, Huo Jingsha dared not ride a horse, nor did she dare to use her full lightness skill. She simply quickened her pace and walked steadily on the dirt road. "You'll be alright. I won't let anything happen to you. Close your eyes and rest. Don't talk."
Shu Yao seemed not to hear, and continued quietly, "I know... I'm dying soon, there's no need to bother bringing me back, don't let Xiao Bao see me like this."
She knew this feeling of being on the verge of death all too well, but compared to her previous lives, at least she was warm now, and she wasn't dying little by little in loneliness, despair, and terror.
"No!" Huo Jingsha screamed violently, stopping abruptly and staring at her in a panic, a terrifying fear surging within him. "You won't die! Not a chance! You Shuyao, listen to me, I haven't wronged you, I... I didn't take Luo Wenpei, I didn't do anything with her, and I didn't break my vow, do you hear me? You're not allowed to die, you're not allowed to die!"
He had truly gone mad, completely consumed by a desperate frenzy. Holding the lifeless Shu Yao, he wept uncontrollably on the desolate country road. He never imagined that watching her die before his eyes would cause such heartache, such excruciating pain, such a living hell…
Huo Jingsha still insisted on carrying Shu Yao's body back to the mansion, and has remained silent for two days, as if his soul had left his body.
The entire Huo household was shrouded in immense grief, as if the sky had fallen. Four maids, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably. That day, their master had ridden away after the guests, and their carriage couldn't keep up. They had no choice but to return home to wait. But they never imagined that what awaited them was their master returning carrying the young mistress's lifeless body, her blood-soaked appearance a horrifying sight, too painful to bear. They simply couldn't accept it. They had thought that once the misunderstanding between their master and mistress was resolved, they could move on and return to their previously loving relationship. But now, she had gone out perfectly healthy, yet… yet…
They were filled with unbearable self-reproach. Had they not helped the young mistress escape, would she still be living peacefully in the mansion? She might be unhappy, but at least she would have survived.
"My lord... please put down the young mistress's body first. The mistress... the mistress is gone. You should let her rest in peace..." Xu Chang, with red eyes, stepped forward to comfort him. The lord had been holding the body for two days and two nights without letting go. This couldn't go on forever.
Everyone was heartbroken by what happened, but the dead cannot be brought back to life. We couldn't let the master remain so dejected, or he would surely follow the young mistress in a few days.
The coffin had been placed in front of him, waiting for him to put the body down. The maids also tried to persuade him in trembling voices, but as usual, they received no response. Yue Ping was so angry that he didn't care anymore. He hid in the front yard to guard the gate, thinking that as soon as the body decomposed, even if the adults wanted to hold it, they wouldn't be able to.
But seeing his distraught state, Xu Chang still felt a pang of heartache. He recalled the moment when the man held the young mistress and discovered she was dead; his face was deathly still, filled with unbearable grief—a sight that moved everyone present. A deep crimson hue, like a bloodshot eye, had even appeared between the man's brows. To this day, this crimson mark has not faded, and as the corpse in his arms gradually cooled, the red on his forehead slowly deepened, turning into a dark ochre, making him look like a terrifying demon from hell.
Fearing he might go mad, the young master was carried back to his room by his wet nurse. Four maids knelt outside the hall, and apart from Xu Chang, no one dared to approach him. He had served the master for many years, experiencing countless bloody battles. Even in a scene of carnage with corpses strewn everywhere, he was fearless. Besides, the master was now nothing more than a husband who had lost his beloved wife and was filled with grief and remorse.
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