Now everything is clear.
A fortune teller standing at the end of his destiny sowed the seeds of all misfortune because of a fleeting sense of emptiness.
She wanted to change her fate, yet she feared it.
As a result, sinister and shady methods have emerged one after another.
Fate had been kind to her, so it allowed him to bear everything for her.
Chu Liyue suddenly laughed, a laugh that was sarcastic and bitter.
She is a chosen one, but she has no special abilities. Facing the enigmatic Aisie Hall, she is neither afraid of her nor able to do anything about her.
But Xiao Wujie is different. He possesses powerful supernatural abilities that are no less than those of Aisie Hall, and he also has means that can truly threaten Aisie Hall's life.
If he knew the truth, would he let Aisie Hall go?
The answer is that he will not let anyone who poses a threat to her go unpunished.
Ten years ago, he shielded her from the No. 1 reagent, and since then he has endured endless, relentless torment.
Ten years later, he was the only sword that could threaten Aisie Hall's life. Aisie Hall dared not touch him, so she used all her viciousness and cruelty on him.
She thought he was her precious treasure, but in reality, he was her protective shield.
Despite being riddled with holes, the umbrella still had to withstand the wind and rain for her, yet her sleeves remained dry and her hair disheveled under its shade.
It turns out that she was the root of his suffering.
Her life is truly precious.
Snow fell on my face, chilling me to the bone.
With each breath, it felt as if the blood in my body could freeze, with only a bone-chilling cold washing over every corner of my body.
A lucid helplessness, a heart-wrenching irony.
"However, I wasn't lying to you about what I said."
"He is indeed an extraordinary being, and he is not worthy of your trust."
Aisie Hall's alluring face once again displayed that eerie and bewitching smile, her voice was strangely unpredictable and feminine, and her tone was seductive and alluring.
"Is that so?" The cold wind blew up Chu Liyue's waterfall-like black hair, and a few strands of hair with snowflakes stuck to her forehead, obscuring the eyes hidden beneath the hair.
Her voice was cold and emotionless, and the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly.
"Then let me... thank you properly!"
In an instant, a blade of light, seemingly capable of slicing through thick clouds, shot into the sky, carrying extreme sharpness and filled with boundless rage.
The sky and earth changed color, a fierce wind raged, and snow danced and clouds flew.
The space was cut into dark cracks, as if it were about to tear the whole world apart.
At the same time, endless eerie purple light, like a demonic lotus blooming with malevolent energy, intertwined to form a huge light curtain, which in the blink of an eye clashed fiercely with the light blade carrying the power to destroy the world.
A massive energy tide swept out like a tidal wave, unleashing a raging storm that shredded the falling snowflakes into countless particles of dust.
Between heaven and earth, there was only a vast and tyrannical expanse.
*
In the hotel, as waves of pain washed over her, the special medicine and painkillers finally took effect.
Xiao Wujie was soaked in sweat, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his thin body trembling from time to time due to lingering pain.
He lay down on the bed, his long, bony hands gripping the edge.
Stray hairs clung to his face, obscuring his expression. Only his thin lips, stained with crimson blood, were visible, slightly parted as he exhaled coarse breaths carrying a strong, metallic scent of blood.
He remained curled up and trembling alone for a long time.
Beside the bed, the tall Lu Zhufeng knelt down, large beads of sweat constantly sliding down his face and neck.
His clothes were soaked with sweat. Xiao Wujie was in pain, and he was scared.
When the pain became unbearable, Xiao Wujie bit his own lips and arms fiercely. He watched anxiously and tried to pull his hands away to stop him from hurting himself.
Even the slightest touch was like being burned alive, causing him unbearable pain.
For a moment, he truly felt that Xiao Wujie was like a candle flame flickering in the wind; if the wind were any stronger, he would be swept away.
He took a tissue, his movements extremely stiff, and carefully rubbed it against Xiao Wujie's skin, which was covered in sticky sweat.
It was as if the person in front of me was a fragile piece of porcelain, and that even the slightest bit of force would cause him harm.
After wiping for a while, Xiao Wujie suddenly used the back of his hand to support himself on the edge of the bed and slowly sat up.
His face was frighteningly pale, but his lips were stained with scarlet blood. The visual contrast between the paleness and the crimson made him look fragile and broken.
The slight trembling and swaying as she struggled to get up made one's heart tighten instinctively.
"you……"
Under Lu Zhufeng's confused and nervous gaze, he leaned on the table and the wall, his steps unsteady as he walked into the bathroom.
When the tap is turned on, a jet of icy water sprays out from the pipe.
He rinsed his mouth again and again, the mouthwash he spat out mixed with glaring bright red and a strong smell of blood.
He only stopped when he was sure there was no pungent smell of blood in his mouth.
After washing his face with cold water, he braced himself against the sink with both hands, water droplets sliding down his hair and the sides of his face, his eyes reflecting the weakness and haggardness after the pain.
As he looked up, he saw his reflection in the mirror. His face was deathly pale, like a vengeful ghost from the underworld, and his brows were marked with lingering pain and brokenness.
He looked really scary.
He reached out and rubbed his face vigorously, trying to bring out some color, a bitter, transparent smile appearing on his lips.
He broke his promise again, making her wait too long.
He pulled out a letter from his pocket, the edge of the pristine white paper stained with a few drops of crimson.
His blood accidentally splattered onto the letter. Looking at the specks of crimson, he frowned slightly, and his gaze trembled.
Would she think he was deliberately trying to gain her sympathy and pity?
His heart tightened and contracted uncontrollably, his face, which he had painstakingly rubbed red, paled a few degrees, and his heart ached so much that it bled. A thin mist clouded his eyes, and he gently bit his lower lip.
I vomited a lot of blood. This time, will you still feel sorry for me?
elder sister……
He held the corner of the letter in his hand, slowly walked out of the bathroom, and headed towards the door.
Outside the door, it was pitch black.
He stood at the doorway, his head slightly lowered, his fingers tightly gripping the letter.
Her frail body trembled slightly, her shoulders hunched, and as if summoning all her courage, she softly called out:
"elder sister."
A low, weak voice echoed in the living room, only to be met with deep darkness and silence.
Behind him, Lu Zhufeng's eyes trembled slightly, his lips parted slightly, and he wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know how to start.
As if sensing something, Xiao Wujie turned on the lights, and under the bright and soft light, the scene in the hall was fully revealed.
There was only emptiness left; Chu Liyue was nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Wujie's gaze froze. He suddenly turned to look at Lu Zhufeng, his voice cold and deep, but hidden within was a fear and trembling that only he knew.
Where are they?
Lu Zhufeng braced himself to meet his gaze, gritting his teeth as he stammered, "I went to see Aisie Hall to save Yun Mochuwan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.
*
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