Even at this moment, Mu Wange forcibly preserved a faint breath, just to see her beloved one more time.
Raising her bloodied hands, she grasped Hua Mancheng's wrist, shook her head, and chuckled weakly, a laugh tinged with sorrow: "It's no use. I feel like my internal organs have been pierced by a hail of swords. Even a divine physician couldn't save me... But I'm not afraid of death, I only beg you to stop hating me..."
With each word Mu Wange spoke, a large amount of true energy poured out of her body, and thick blood gushed out from the holes all over her body, quickly forming a large pool of blood that soaked through Hua Mancheng's white clothes and her delicate body.
As dusk approached, the setting sun cast a magnificent glow across the sky. The man, his figure blurred and frail, floated in the twilight. His eyes were fixed on every blood-spurting wound on the woman's body, his gaze filled with tenderness. He was completely unaware that, at this moment, a great deal of time had passed, and the soldiers who had gathered around had already taken Yu Qianqian far away.
Seeing Mu Wange covered in countless sword wounds, Hua Mancheng felt a sharp pain in his heart. He quickly pressed his hands to her wounds, but no matter what he did, he was unable to stop the dense wounds from splattering blood.
In his memory, he had never been so afraid as he was now.
He gently lifted her up with both palms, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension. He didn't even dare to look at her again.
He paused, forcing back tears as he smiled, "Mu Wange, you really are a silly girl. How could I, Hua Mancheng, a dignified and upright man, hold a grudge against a mere woman like you?" With that, he turned to gaze at the wisp of cloud on the horizon, shrugging casually, "Don't worry, with me here, I won't let you die..."
Before he could finish speaking, Hua Mancheng unexpectedly felt the body in his arms slump down. He subconsciously turned around and found that Mu Wange was no longer breathing. Her body, which was covered with sharp blades, seemed to be completely withered and no longer bleed.
He couldn't be sure if Mu Wange heard what he said at the last moment, nor did he know if she was still holding onto the past until the very last second before she died.
"Princess! Mu Wange..."
Even though he was certain that Mu Wange was dead, he still held her tightly and refused to let go. He knelt down and cried out to the sky again and again, desperately calling her name. The only response he received was the long and distant echo.
Mu Wange, the wicked woman he once loathed the most, now caused him unbearable pain, a pain so intense he felt utterly lost and dejected.
Mu Wange is dead. There will never be another woman in the world who is so fiercely shrewish yet occasionally quirky, always thinking of ways to entangle him.
Hua Mancheng suddenly felt that Mu Wange's death had caused his entire world to collapse.
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