The night was as black as ink, the boundless darkness fragmented into countless tiny pieces by the dense curtain of rain, with an occasional flash of lightning piercing the sky, briefly illuminating the desolate world.
In the deep, deathly still night, all sounds were drowned out by the patter of rain hitting the ground, until a sharp, violent crash ripped through the silence.
In the abandoned chemical plant, which was covered in gasoline, flames quickly engulfed every inch of land and every piece of rubble, creating a hellish scene.
Flames shot into the sky, their tongues licking the gray sky and reflecting against the dark clouds in the night, as if it were a fierce confrontation between heaven and earth.
Chu Feihong defied fate throughout his life. Born the son of a hero, he was placed in darkness and mire by heaven. He was born with a proud and aloof spirit, but heaven used the cruelest reality to shatter his rebellious nature.
In the final moments of his life, he wanted to bury himself forever in a great fire, but Heaven still wanted to extinguish his will with a violent storm.
This time, however, he won.
The blinding flames danced wildly in the wind, like the gates of hell suddenly opening, instantly dispelling the darkness of the night.
Flames, accompanied by billowing smoke, collided with the pouring rain, hissing and making a sound. At that moment, even the boundless wind and rain seemed to tremble.
In a safe area outside the chemical plant, the headlights of ambulances and police cars flashed in the rain. Chu Yuntian and several senior political figures were put into ambulances, while the group of desperados that Chu Feihong had hired were put into police cars.
Xiao Wujie stood with his back to the chaos, his gaze fixed on the distant chemical plant engulfed in flames, while Lu Zhufeng held an umbrella for him from behind.
Rainwater slid down the edge of the umbrella without wetting him at all. His fine black hair fluttered gently in the breeze, with a few strands clinging to his forehead. His face was pale and sickly, yet his stunning beauty was still undeniable.
He seemed oblivious to the commotion behind him, only the sound of raindrops and the occasional crackling of flames filling his ears.
In the dim world, the menacing flames were reflected in his deep eyes, as if the entrance to another world had been accidentally opened, making him slightly dazed.
Does he... really... belong here?
Lu Zhufeng, standing behind him, looked at him with a slight frown.
It's that feeling again...
For some reason, he always felt that Xiao Wujie had a special aura that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Ethereal as a fairy, dreamlike and illusory, hidden deep within the human world, yet untouched by the dust of the world.
Whenever he stands alone like this, silently gazing into the distance, he always gives off an unreal feeling, as if he might disappear at any moment, making it impossible to grasp.
It seemed that only when Miss Chu was by his side did he feel like a real person, and only then could he see the warmth and emotions that a normal person should have in her eyes.
Just as he was frowning in thought, he suddenly felt the person in front of him sway slightly, and he instinctively reached out to support him.
But a slender and graceful figure was faster than him...
As his body swayed slightly, Xiao Wujie felt his powerless body being supported, and he heard that familiar, gentle, and mature female voice in his ear.
"Sweetie, can't you stand anymore?"
He couldn't help but turn his head, his gaze lingering on that stunningly beautiful face. Her waist-length hair was damp with a few water droplets, and her aloof brows revealed a hint of intoxicating tenderness. Her red lips were slightly parted, and her jawline was clearly defined.
The raging wind and rain formed a somber backdrop, while she became the most captivating color in the scene.
"elder sister……"
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his breath was hot. He couldn't help but lean his head on her shoulder and whisper softly.
"My sweet baby..."
"You have a fever..."
In the biting cold wind, feeling the scalding breath he exhaled onto her neck, Chu Liyue's cold eyes narrowed instantly.
"Hang in there, I'll take you home."
She quickly tightened his collar, then unbuttoned her own trench coat, pulling him into her arms. Her voice was clear and authoritative, giving him a strong sense of security.
"Hmm... going home..."
"I'm too weak, hug me..."
Xiao Wujie watched as her long hair danced in the wind, her exquisitely beautiful face filled with a reassuring tenderness, her eyes misty, as if gazing upon a deity.
"Sweetie, let big sister hug you."
Chu Liyue suddenly scooped him up in her arms, his thin, sickly figure barely moving, and strode forward.
Xiao Wujie leaned his head on her shoulder, his gaze unfocused and listless as he stared at the towering flames behind him.
With the high concentration of gasoline fueling the fire, and under the heavy rain and wind, the fire was destined to be impossible to extinguish by human power. It could only be put out by the wind after everything turned to ashes.
Some died in despair and helplessness amidst flames and storms, some barely survived but faced a dark and hopeless prison life, some watched coldly, and some sighed with regret.
His pale, bloodless lips lightly kissed her collarbone twice, his heavy eyelids straining to open, wanting to see her one more time…
Human life is chaotic, a tapestry of diverse beings.
I see all living beings as grass and trees, but I see you alone as a green mountain.
I really don't want to leave...
...
"elder sister……"
Listening to his almost delirious murmurs, Chu Liyue carried Xiao Wujie, who was curled up in his arms, and hurried into the room.
The door had been opened in advance, and Ye Jinyu and Lin Qingyi were already waiting there.
"Why are you so sick again?"
Looking at Xiao Wujie in Chu Liyue's arms, whose face was pale and broken, whose body was trembling and who had lost consciousness from the pain, Ye Jinyu couldn't help but ask.
He knew that Lin Qingyi had been by Xiao Wujie's side almost every step of the way during this time, so this shouldn't be the case.
"I caught a cold a while ago and it didn't get better. Chu Feihong broke out of prison and took the old man hostage. He specifically asked to see me and him. We were up all night, and I was exposed to a cold wind. Not long after I developed a fever, I suddenly fell ill."
Chu Liyue lowered her eyelids slightly, hiding the self-reproach in her eyes. Her tone was cold and deep, and her brows revealed a cold and beautiful aura.
She was being very careful, but she still couldn't protect him...
Ye Jinyu opened his mouth slightly, unsure of what to say. He could naturally see the deep self-reproach hidden by Chu Liyue.
A proud person like her, who is unwilling to show even the slightest bit of vulnerability in front of others, does not need his comfort, but rather to help her heal the lover she longs for.
"Put him down. Holding him like this will only make him curl up and cause him more pain."
Quickly regaining the composure and professionalism of a top-tier physician, Ye Jinyu immediately spoke up to remind him.
Upon hearing this, Chu Liyue quickly suppressed her self-blame and hurriedly lifted Xiao Wujie's body, intending to lay him flat on the bed.
Xiao Wujie, who still retained a sliver of consciousness, sensed her presence fading away. He instantly parted his lips, his voice hoarse and indistinct.
"Sister... Sister... Don't go..."
The intense pain that swept through every corner of his body blurred his vision, and his ears were filled with an agonizing buzzing.
But as he sensed the scent that had captivated him fading away, he felt as if a giant hand was gripping his heart, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, almost suffocating...
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