Chapter 118 The Eve on the High Seas
The night before their high-seas reunion, the Mo Family Manor was shrouded in an eerie, stormy silence. The scent of lily of the valley drifted on the night breeze, but it couldn't mask the tension and oppression that permeated the air.
Su Lixia sat on the edge of the bed in her bedroom, her fingertips repeatedly tracing the crisscrossing scars on Savika's back. The overlapping scars, old and new, resembled a hideous map, chronicling countless life-and-death struggles.
"Tomorrow..." Her voice trembled slightly, and her fingertips lingered on the deepest scar. "Do you have to go?"
Savika turned around and hugged her in his arms, his fangs gently brushing her earlobe: "Why, are you afraid that Victor will eat me?"
Su Lixia buried her face in his arms, inhaling the scent of gunpowder on him: "You clearly know that he is dangerous..."
He suddenly pushed her down onto the bed, nuzzling the tip of his nose against her neck. "If I really can't come back tomorrow... you can go back to China." His voice suddenly became very soft. "But remember to make me some palm sugar every year, from the one at the entrance of Yangon Old Street."
"You know I can't go back... You are my only home..." Su Lixia's tears fell, "So... You must come back..."
"Don't worry, you won't die..." He kissed away her tears, his movements rare and gentle, "I haven't had a child with you yet..."
The evening breeze died down, leaving only the crescent moon hanging in the sky, its cool light casting a shadow on the window lattice. The silence was so disturbing that it made one feel uneasy.
On the terrace of the master bedroom, Ruan Xingchen was leaning in a recliner, and Mo Xiaohan was kneeling on one knee in front of her, massaging her swollen ankle.
"As for Savika..." She suddenly grabbed his hand and asked softly, "Will Victor realize it's a trap?"
"He's at the end of his rope now. Even if he sees it's a trap, he's going to jump in." Mo Xiaohan held her cold fingertips with his backhand. "All his escape routes to Europe are cut off. His only chance to turn things around is through Savika."
Suddenly, a violent fetal movement was heard. Ruan Xingchen took a deep breath and said, "The baby seems very restless tonight..."
"Sleep well tonight." He placed his palm on her swollen belly, feeling the stirring of life there. "After tomorrow, no one in Southeast Asia will be able to scare the baby anymore."
Ruan Xingchen suddenly burst into tears: "But I'm more afraid of you..."
"No." He wiped away her tears and kissed her lips gently. "After the baby is born... we will go to Yemen to visit my mother-in-law's grave. Tell her... the blood debt has been paid."
He held her in his arms, and the two figures embraced each other on the terrace, like two symbiotic thorns, tightly entwined before the storm came.
Time slipped quietly in silence, the eastern sky turning pale. Savika stood in the shadows of the room, loading the magazine with special armor-piercing rounds. Suddenly, Su Lixia hugged him from behind, tears dripping onto the back of his tactical vest.
"You must come back..." Her voice was muffled.
"Listen, after I twist Victor's head off, we'll go back to Yangon for the wedding." He turned around and pressed her against the wall, biting open her collar and leaving a bloody tooth mark on her heart. "This place... can only hold my name."
Outside the window, the helicopter's blades began to turn, and A-Tai's voice came from the door: "It's time to go."
Savika kissed Su Lixia's forehead at last: "If I don't come back tomorrow... let Mr. and Mrs. Mo take you back..."
"Shut up!" She interrupted him, standing on tiptoe and biting his lip. "I'm not going anywhere... I'll wait for you here."
On the tarmac, the morning breeze was stirred into a turbulent flow by the propeller, and Mo Xiaohan tightened Ruan Xingchen's coat.
Ruan Xingchen kissed his lips in the morning light: "I'll wait for you to come back safely."
"Victor won't survive tonight." He leaned over and whispered into her belly, "Daddy's gone to earn a full-moon gift for the baby."
The roar of the helicopter was deafening, and Su Lixia's suppressed crying could be heard faintly. The two men looked towards the source of the sound at the same time.
"You have to come back safe and sound." Savika suddenly chuckled, "Otherwise, the little crybaby will definitely remarry."
Mo Xiaohan looked at Ruan Xingchen deeply, his voice as deep as the sea: "You must come back."
At this moment, on the high seas, Victor was standing on the deck of a yacht, his gray-blue eyes reflecting the rising sun.
The hunting time is coming.
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