Without that person, it felt like time itself sped up.
But every minute and every second was torture.
The surprise in Chen Hede's eyes almost overflowed, but he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue—but if they loved each other so much, why did they have to be separated by a distance as close as life and death?
He was neither Cheng Muyun, who was kept in the dark and could only use madness to cover up his pain, nor Xu Zhuohua, who traveled through time with his memories and struggled in the face of fate. He could only see that these two people were clearly connected at heart, but they insisted on going in opposite directions.
If it were him, and there really was such a person, he would hold onto him even if it meant going through fire and water, regardless of whether the timing was right or wrong.
If his lover were to be murdered, he would probably be even more insane than Cheng Muyun is now, and he would probably turn the world upside down and drag the murderer down to hell with him.
At that moment, he suddenly understood the destructive urge in Cheng Muyun's eyes—it wasn't madness, but the despair of loving to the extreme, to the point of wanting to burn oneself to ashes.
Xu Zhuohua raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, her fingertips tracing her burning cheeks: "No buts."
She nudged Chen Hede's arm, her voice urgent and unwavering, "This is the only way now, you need to leave quickly."
Chen Hede grabbed her wrist in return, the warmth of his palm seeping through her thin sleeve, and asked with a hint of inquiry, "Xu Zhuohua, do you resent me? Resent me for hiding you in Nanhu and separating you from him?"
Xu Zhuohua paused, then gently shook her head: "No."
She knew in her heart that even without Chen Hede, the inertia of history would push Cheng Muyun toward madness.
In that fire, if Chen Hede hadn't risked his life to pull her out from under the broken beam, she would have long since become a wronged soul in the ashes.
This is already the best it can be.
As long as she is alive, she still has a chance to pull Cheng Muyun out of his predetermined fate.
If even she was gone, Cheng Muyun's life would probably have been burned to ashes along with that fire.
She went through all that trouble, not to see a lose-lose situation.
"Let's go." Xu Zhuohua shook off his hand, her tone filled with relief. "If we stay any later, we might miss tonight's boat."
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