"Lin Xihe, why didn't you meet me first? If you had met me first, I would never have let you have anything to do with anyone else."
As he spoke, he buried his face in Lin Xihe's neck, his nostrils trembling slightly as he greedily inhaled her unique, elegant scent, wanting to etch this gentle fragrance lingering around his nose deep into his soul, making it the most precious memory of the rest of his life.
Lin Xihe nestled in his arms, clearly sensing Mu Ruoyan's unprecedented despondency—a deep-seated sorrow, like the cold wind of a winter night seeping into her heart.
Past events flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern: the helplessness of being forced into it, the warmth of being together, and the false flattery all intertwined and collided at this moment, making her emotions surge like a turbulent tide, unable to calm down.
If she hadn't been forced, if she hadn't already fallen for someone else, what would it matter if she knew his life might only last a few short years?
She was willing to walk hand in hand with him through every day and night.
However, there are no "what ifs" in this world, and nothing can be changed.
Lin Xihe only wanted to sever this entangled relationship.
"Forget me, and live your own life from now on." Lin Xihe's voice was resolute, unlike Mu Ruoyan's emotions; she seemed to have no lingering feelings.
"It's only been a few years, why forget it?"
Mu Ruoyan's voice choked with sobs, almost breaking. His heart was being torn apart by pain. The first person he had ever fallen for, he could only let go of.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that the years he would have to live alone in the coming years were so long, like an endless torment.
Hearing the sorrow in his tone, Lin Xihe felt a pang of pain in her heart, but she didn't know how to respond, so she could only remain silent.
"Lin Xihe, don't let anyone touch you. Just pretend I'm dead, and keep vigil for me for three months."
Mu Ruoyan used almost all her strength to utter this final request, her voice trembling.
He was afraid of losing her, afraid that she would turn around and fall into someone else's arms. Even if it was only for a short three months, he wanted to leave a final, exclusive mark on her world.
Lin Xihe nodded gently in his arms, and the tears that had been suppressed for so long finally burst forth, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto Mu Ruoyan's clothes, leaving a damp stain.
She knew in her heart that she had come to rescue people, but things had turned out this way.
Lang Feng witnessed all of this and will surely tell Ji Zhuo everything he saw and heard.
Gu Qinghuai, too, was probably unable to let go of the past. What happened in front of him that time, the events of today, and every moment he had spent with Mu Ruoyan over the past two months would be like sharp thorns, deeply piercing Gu Qinghuai's heart and becoming an indelible wound.
Lin Xihe closed her eyes again, utterly exhausted.
At this moment, she no longer thought about who she would be with in the future; her heart was simply filled with a deep sense of indebtedness.
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