Her face turned pale with pain.
His brows were furrowed.
But I tried to coax him by saying that it didn't hurt at all.
He Qing suppressed the soreness in his eyes.
She screamed in despair, "I'm not going in, I don't want to go in! Give her back her lost vitality... Stop draining her blood!"
But it's of no avail.
The girl whispered in his ear: "He Qing... I'm so tired."
"But ah...I really love you..."
He Qing reached out his hand in a daze and touched the warm liquid on his face.
The fingertips suddenly curled up as if they were burned.
He picked up the cold girl and carried her sideways, then walked along the bloody road towards the depths of the desolate sea.
Step by step, stumbling and desperate.
With endless bitterness.
…
Desolate sea, water prison.
In the dungeon lay an old and haggard woman, but one could still vaguely see the beauty and elegance of her youth in her eyes.
Her limbs were bound with chains.
His expression was quite calm.
Until he saw the young man in green clothes, covered in blood, rushing in with an expressionless face, looking as eerie and terrifying as a hungry ghost from hell.
But when his eyes met the girl in his arms.
It became completely soft.
"Mother."
There wasn't much longing or admiration in He Qing's tone.
Distant and unfamiliar.
Xuyun stared blankly at the handsome and unparalleled young man, "He'er... are you He'er?"
She glanced again at the stunning girl in He Qing's arms.
I vaguely understood something in my heart.
"Did she bring you in?" This was the first time Xuyun had seen He Qing in thousands of years. She pinched the hem of her skirt awkwardly. "For thousands of years, countless people have coveted the treasures of the Desolate Sea, but no one has ever... been able to enter."
"She really loves you."
Xuyun sighed.
He Qing felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He would rather not have her love him...
He Qing hid the scarlet in the corners of his eyes and asked, "How can I save her?"
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