Si Mingye's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning.
The blood from his heart seemed to possess a magical power, instantly piercing through the thick barrier in his heart.
His mind began to clear, and his eyes gradually filled with pain—a pain that went deep into his soul, as if the whole world was collapsing at that moment.
Chu Wanwan watched as Si Mingye regained some of his senses, and a smile appeared on her lips, a smile that carried a sense of relief.
“Si Mingye, this time… I… finally don’t have to kill you with my own hands…”
Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and the Flowing Light Sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. Then her body slowly fell backward.
Si Mingye's eyes widened. He reached out to grab Chu Wanwan, but his movements seemed to be a beat too slow.
The sound of Chu Wanwan falling to the ground struck his heart like a heavy hammer. He knelt down beside Chu Wanwan with a thud, picked up her body, and covered the still bleeding wound on her chest with trembling hands, but the bleeding could not be stopped.
"Wanwan, Wanwan... What have I done? How could I treat you like this?"
Si Mingye's voice seemed to be torn from the depths of his soul, every syllable trembling, filled with endless regret and self-blame.
His tears flowed uncontrollably from his bloodshot eyes like a burst dam, each drop landing heavily on Chu Wanwan's pale, bloodless face, like a despairing rain falling on lifeless flower petals.
In his eyes, black and red flickered alternately, like a struggle between demons and conscience.
He could clearly feel that powerful demonic energy, like a surging tide, relentlessly devouring his remaining sanity bit by bit.
He knew that before long, he would be completely plunged into the endless darkness of the demonic path, and this time, there was no hope, no one could awaken him from that dark abyss.
Tears streamed down Tiannvba's face as she slowly walked towards Si Mingye and snatched Chu Wanwan's cold body from his arms.
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