The snow fell heavier and heavier. The dense snowflakes were no longer light visitors, but eager occupiers, weighing down the dead branches and completely flattening the remaining outlines of the park.
Mu Xinrong stood there stiffly, the snow beneath his feet already covering his shoes.
He maintained that posture of leaning slightly forward, subconsciously wanting to take a step forward but being nailed in place, like a sculpture that quickly cooled and lost its warmth in the wind and snow.
All perceptions and thoughts were completely frozen and crushed after that extremely slight "click" sound, which was like thunder exploding in the depths of the soul.
That tear.
A drop of boiling, transparent liquid, carrying the temperature of mortal flesh and blood, carrying the most primitive pain and grievance after the soul was torn apart.
It slid down from Chao Youye's cheek, which was stained with blood and snow water, and which was the embodiment of rules that he knew to be absolutely cold and heartless, and the synonym of erasure procedures, and finally hit the back of the other person's hand which was covered with old scars.
This is impossible.
Only these four words remained in Mu Xinrong's mind, swirling and colliding like a dying beast. He had experienced countless reincarnations and witnessed countless forms of gods—they looked down upon all living things with indifference from afar.
The impeccable precision with which he executed the kill command, even the chilling, calculating tenderness he displayed during his "simulated love" on the Epsilon-7 line. But he had never seen a god bleed, much less cry!
How can God feel pain?
How could God feel wronged?
How could God...shed tears?
This must be a trap! A trap more cruel and cunning than any previous one!
It was the gods who saw through the despair and disillusionment accumulated in his countless reincarnations, and deliberately designed this deadly bait to target the last trace of weakness and foolish expectations deep in his soul!
The purpose is to make him let down his guard and fall into the abyss of no return again!
Reason is sounding the alarm like crazy, and every cell is screaming "Back off! Run away!"
However, his body defied all rational commands. His gaze seemed to be bound by invisible chains, unable to move even a fraction away from the figure on the ground.
Chao Youye knelt on one knee in the deep snow, her body hunched and trembling violently. The knuckles of her hand, which was supporting herself on the snow, were white from the exertion, as if they would break at any moment.
The other hand was tightly covering his chest, and the glaring dark red was still seeping out from between his fingers, forming a small and shocking stain on the pure white snow.
He lowered his head, his black hair stuck into clumps by sweat, snow and blood, and stuck awkwardly to his pale forehead and cheeks.
Every labored gasp was accompanied by a strong smell of blood and a broken gurgling sound, and white mist quickly formed and dissipated in the cold air.
He looked like a cracked glass statue that had been violently shattered and then pieced together. Its once cold and brilliant brilliance was gone, leaving only a devastated fragility and the despair of complete collapse at any moment.
The wind and snow grew stronger, blowing up the snow foam on the ground and hitting Mu Xinrong's face, making it icy cold.
But he couldn't feel it. All his senses seemed to be focused on Chao Youye, on the painful gasps that were so weak that they were almost swallowed by the wind and snow.
Time crawled slowly in the dead silence of the wind and snow, and every second seemed as long as a century.
Finally, Chao Youye's arms, which were supporting his body, suddenly went limp, and his whole body seemed to have lost the last bit of strength, and he fell forward heavily without any warning.
"Bang!"
The dull sound was mostly absorbed by the thick snow. He buried his cheek in the cold snow, his body slightly curled up, like a dying cub that had lost all protection.
The violent gasps and coughs suddenly faded, leaving only intermittent, barely perspiring breaths. The blood splattered on the snow now resembled some strange, dark red ice flower blooming beneath him.
He stopped moving.
Only the body occasionally made extremely subtle, unconscious spasms in the cold and uncontrollable pain.
Dead?
This thought was like an ice cone, piercing Mu Xinrong's heart and bringing a sharp pain that even he himself was caught off guard.
He gasped suddenly, the cold air choking his lungs and causing him to cough violently.
No! Impossible! How could a god die? This must be a disguise! The final part of the trap!
Mu Xinrong clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to use the pain to awaken his sanity which was on the verge of losing control.
He should turn around immediately and leave without looking back! Leave this carefully arranged scam! The world line is about to collapse, his mission has already failed, he doesn't need to waste any more emotions on this existence that has killed him countless times!
Whether it's hatred or resentment, it should be completely buried with this wind and snow!
He turned around abruptly, his back to the silent figure in the snow, and took a step forward.
The snow was so deep it barely reached my calves, and the cold was biting.
Two steps. The cold wind scraped across his face like a knife.
Three steps...
My steps became heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with cold lead water.
Behind him, the faint breathing sound that was almost gone was like the thinnest yet toughest spider silk, tightly wrapped around his heart, getting tighter and tighter.
Some images flashed through his mind uncontrollably: after that incident at Wutong Road, he caught a glimpse of the gauze wrapped around Chao Youye's neck from afar.
The hideous, unhealed wound on the other's collarbone; and... the crimson scarf with crooked stitches that he had roughly torn off and was now half-buried in the snow - it was his clumsy gift, carrying the warmth of the sunset in the winter classroom, and had briefly been wrapped around the god's cold neck.
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