Chapter 157 I love you, and I have no regrets.
Everything ended very quickly.
Wen Yanyu didn't even realize what had happened.
In the moment of blurred consciousness, my body fell backward and landed in a warm embrace.
Jun Changmo looked listless, his remaining eyes turning to the closed door, and finally slowly to the man with a face full of cracks.
The broken vocal cords continuously emitted eerie laughter.
"you……"
Jun Changmo had only tentatively uttered a single syllable when he was met with utter darkness.
As the last drop of black blood flowed into the earth, a ball of light followed the moving black shadow, and the "snake"-like object that had just crossed the barrier was firmly locked in place.
Everything returned to calm.
Fu Hanchuan... or Fu Zhiyan, raised his hand, lowered his head, and looked at his waist. It was stained with blood, and the veins where his palm and wrist connected were eerily black. The black mass was still spreading outwards.
The fused body still uses Fu Hanchuan's appearance, but the dark blue pupils are losing their color at a visible speed.
The two consciousnesses, forcibly merged with another body that was already on the verge of death, shattered each other. At this moment, it was better to call him a walking corpse than a human.
Countless sacrifices were made, and the wails from the core of the world echoed in his mind. His mind and body were on the verge of collapse, and he could only rush over by physical instinct.
Having finally confirmed that the guy had been successfully captured, Fu Hanchuan turned his gaze slightly, his empty eyes meeting another pair of eyes.
Wen Yanyu's eyelashes trembled, and with each breath she exhaled, the snowflakes on her eyelashes melted and dripped down, blurring her vision so much that she couldn't see anything clearly.
"Fu Zhiyan..."
Only the cool, bitter scent of agarwood lingered around my nose.
Wen Yanyu raised his hand to try to touch the person in front of him. He had just been through a lot, and at this moment, his breathing was very light, and his voice was also very soft.
Like falling snow.
"Fu Hanchuan".
"I want to go home."
Fu Hanchuan's breath hitched, his previously dormant spirit grasped the thread and regained control, and his lifeless heart began to beat again.
There was no response; she was simply lifted up.
Fu Hanchuan bent down, avoiding the wound, and adjusted Wen Yanyu's position.
Wen Yanyu's hands were half-hanging on Fu Hanchuan's shoulders, her body leaning against the man's back. Her mind was dizzy, and the bones in her ankles had been forcibly torn apart. Even the slightest movement caused her excruciating pain.
Perhaps I didn't notice, or perhaps there was simply no time left.
Fu Hanchuan quickened his pace, continuing along the path he had come from.
Neither of them noticed that bright red blood was dripping all the way down the white snow.
The scene before me did not become clearer as my mind calmed down; instead, it became increasingly blurry.
I wasn't afraid.
The tense body slowly relaxed.
Wen Yanyu buried her head on Fu Hanchuan's shoulder, her bangs drooping forward.
Will we go back?
Back to that hellish life.
Fu Hanchuan paused lightly, struggling to steady his nearly collapsing body, and replied in a trembling voice, "It won't happen again."
"It's all over."
His consciousness gradually faded amidst the pain, and the sounds of the mountains drowned out the man's cries of agony and everything else that was amiss.
Until the line of sight tilts.
Before Wen Yanyu could react to what was happening, she had just landed on the snow when Fu Hanchuan pulled her into his arms.
Perhaps it was fear, or perhaps it was the cold.
Wen Yanyu curled up in Fu Hanchuan's arms, trembling uncontrollably.
I wanted to ask something, but my mind and body simply couldn't hold on, and I couldn't utter a single word.
Fu Hanchuan carefully took the boy's hand and rubbed it against his cracked face. He was slightly out of breath, but he forced himself to stay calm and replied in a normal tone, "Yan Yan... don't be afraid, it's alright now."
"You'll be alright."
Like snow blindness, I couldn't see anything, only blurry figures in front of me.
Wen Yanyu reached out and grasped Fu Hanchuan's wrist, hugged the person in front of her, buried her head in his chest, and smelled the familiar scent.
My eyes were sore and swollen, and I couldn't help but want to cry.
Because of the unbearable pain and exhaustion, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She couldn't make a sound or say much, only murmuring and sobbing, "It hurts so much, I'm scared..."
"Don't be afraid." Fu Hanchuan hugged Wen Yanyu, patting her gently and kissing her lightly again and again. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
He wrapped the person in his arms with the last bit of warmth he had left.
Consciousness gradually dissipated amidst the cradle-like soothing sounds, and Wen Yanyu's voice gradually lowered.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on Wen Yanyu's face, who seemed to be fast asleep, and tightened his grip on her.
With great difficulty, he raised his right hand, and a fluffy bunny rolled down into Wen Yanyu's arms. He no longer had the strength to do anything else.
Fu Hanchuan twitched the corner of his lips, his gaze unwilling to leave for even a second. Most of his face had turned into bones, which were gradually melting and dissipating in the wind.
There's so much I want to say.
I want to tell the other person to take good care of themselves, eat well, live well, be happy every day, not to sleep in the bathtub, and to live well with their little rabbit at home.
He wanted the other person to forget him, yet he was unwilling to let them forget him.
His vision was blurred by the wind and snow, his breath, and his tears. Fu Hanchuan stared at the boy in his arms, tears streaming down his face. A deep longing and resentment almost overwhelmed him.
A burning passion surged through his veins, sustaining his last bit of strength.
Fu Hanchuan raised his hand, gathering his last bit of strength into a ring, and slowly and weakly placed it on Wen Yanyu's ring finger.
"I love you."
"I have no regrets."
The last kiss.
There was no hint of lust, only a fleeting touch followed by an intense, cherished attachment and reluctance to part.
Wen Yanyu heard Fu Hanchuan's voice in a daze, and wanted to reply, but found that she was completely unable to respond.
"I love you," Wen Yanyu murmured unconsciously, tears welling up in her eyes.
The wind blew by, carrying the shouts of several people.
"Yan Yan!"
"Wen Yanyu!"
"Little fish!"
"Baby! Where are you! Mommy's here! Baby!"
"…………"
The calls grew louder as they approached.
Wen Yanyu was half-curled up in the snow, her left hand loosely holding a black coat, her right hand hanging unconsciously at her side.
The golden thread around the ring finger extends outwards, enveloping and blocking the wind, snow, and cold. The other end of the golden thread is the group of people who have followed.
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