Neun Lieder - Kapitel 171
Feeling the slight tremor of the person in his arms, the killing intent in his bloodshot eyes intensified, and his large hands tightened, firmly imprisoning her with absolute dominance.
"Let her go!!!" Three angry roars rang out in unison, boundless fury enveloping the desolate sky.
"Release her?" He sneered several times, his arrogant laughter tinged with an unconcealed sorrow: "Don't even think about it!"
The wind rose, the clouds gathered, and a wild snowflake began to fall from the sky, flying freely and wildly, dancing gracefully with enchanting blood-red blossoms...
Blades rise, swords fall, the cold wind howls, the biting north wind howls, and the blanket of snow cannot conceal the crimson blossoms covering the ground. Several figures entangle in mid-air, disregarding life and death, yet who knows that they risk their lives for a beauty...
He couldn't fully stretch his arms when he picked up Rongyue; his body was covered in blood and wounds. Even so, he refused to loosen his grip even slightly, because he knew that this sacrifice might be for a lifetime…
Fearing to accidentally harm the woman they loved so dearly, they too were restrained in their fighting. They drew their swords cautiously, dodged carefully, lest a single careless mistake lead to an unforgivable error. With these concerns came weaknesses, and to varying degrees, they too bore wounds…
She followed Tuoba Jie's movements blankly, her expression vacant, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her. No matter how chaotic or tumultuous it was, she remained deaf and blind to it. The outside world was quietly isolating itself from her...
A cold glint flashed in her colorless eyes...
The cold light was directed towards that elegant and graceful figure...
But the graceful figure remained oblivious, wielding his silver sword. His flowing white robes were speckled with crimson, like the red plum blossoms that used to fall upon him during his elegant sword dances. He was still so graceful, so ethereal, so deeply affectionate, so refined, so noble, and so gentle as water…
who is he……
He is your Chen...
The man who loved you with everything...
Get out of here! Hurry up!!!
Tears streamed wildly down her cheeks, a scream caught in her throat, transforming into terrifying, blood-red puffs of color...
Tears blurred her vision. Even knowing the cruel scene to come, her gaze lingered on the fleeting figure, as if afraid it would vanish into nothingness in the next instant…
"Chen, watch out!" With all his might, he finally managed to shout out, his mouth full of metallic taste, but before Chen could even turn around, a cold arrow had already pierced his chest.
"No!" The politeness seemed to freeze. Tuoba Chen slowly turned around, and a cold arrow pierced his chest like lightning. She screamed and tried to rush over, but a handsome figure rushed over at the critical moment and blocked Tuoba Chen. The cold arrow pierced his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
At this moment, Rongyue was stunned, Tuoba Chen was stunned, Tuoba Jie and Chu Xuyao were also stunned.
She stared blankly at the handsome man who was slowly falling, offering her a comforting smile. Her breath caught in her throat, a heart-wrenching pain exploded in her chest, and tears of unbearable grief instantly blurred her vision.
Kicking away the stunned Tuoba Jie, Rongyue staggered and rushed over without thinking, "Brother Yao..."
I still remember the first time we met. He was wearing a bright red wedding robe, with delicate and beautiful eyes, fair and smooth skin, a simple yet slightly mischievous smile, and clear and pure eyes. He was like a beautiful boy who had stepped out of a comic book, or an angel who had mistakenly fallen to earth.
"Wife..." he called her wife, his voice clear and innocent, his appearance naive and carefree. He didn't understand what a wife was, yet he still blinked his clear, beautiful eyes and earnestly told her, "Wife, I will treat you well for the rest of my life..."
"Brother Yao..." She rushed over and hugged his slender and weak body, her heartbroken tears falling in large drops onto his face. The cold wind whipped against her face like knives. "Brother Yao, how could you be so foolish? How could you be so foolish?"
"Wife..." He struggled to raise his hand to touch her face, but she quickly wrapped her elbows around his hand and gently placed it on her face. Tears streamed down her soft palm. His hand was still so soft and delicate, but it had lost its warmth and became increasingly cold in the cold wind and snow.
"It's so good to hear you call me that in my lifetime. I know my wife loves him, and if he dies, my wife will be very sad. I don't want you to be sad, I don't want you to shed tears. If I die, you will quickly forget me and start a happy life again."
"Nonsense! Nonsense!"
"Wife..." he called softly, trying to say something, but stinging blood kept spilling from his lips. She frantically wiped the blood from his lips with her clothes, but why? No matter how much she wiped, it kept coming back. Why was this happening? She hugged his slender body, hot tears blurring the blood: "What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot? Does it hurt a lot?"
"I'm so happy I did this. Don't be sad, I'm okay." Large mouthfuls of blood spilled from her mouth, and she frantically wiped them away, heartbroken to the point of collapse.
He forced a simple, adorable smile at her, his dark eyes filled with reluctance, adoration, and concern. Seeing his eyes grow increasingly dim, she clung to him in fear, sobbing uncontrollably, "Brother Yao, don't go, don't leave me! I love you, I love you, do you hear me? Don't go, don't go! I won't let you go! I won't let you go, please, please don't go, okay? Don't leave me heartbroken, sob sob sob..."
"Wife..." He tried to smile, he tried to call her "wife" again, he tried to look at her one more time, but he was powerless. His eyes slowly closed and his arms fell limply to his sides.
"Brother Yao?" She shook him fearfully, but he kept his eyes tightly shut, motionless, refusing to open them to look at her again, refusing to call her "wife," and no longer smiling foolishly. It was as if he had fallen asleep in a huff, no matter how she called out to him, shook him, or begged him with tears in her eyes, he just wouldn't wake up.
"Brother Yao?" She clung to him, heartbroken and unwilling to let go, looking up at the gray sky. Were the cold tears on her face or snowflakes? Was it Dongfang Yao's reluctance and love, or her sorrow and despair, that drifted in the air?
"Ah!!! Ah!!!" Grief, despair, and unbearable pain erupted from her chest, tears streaming into her shattered heart. She screamed hysterically at the heavens, his blood staining her chest. Heaven is unjust! It took one Yao-gege, why did it have to take a second one?!
"The mistress!" Tuoba Chen cried out, his heart aching as he hugged the grief-stricken woman tightly.
Chu Xuyao checked Dongfang Yao's pulse, frowned, and put a pill into his mouth, secretly channeling his true energy into his body.
Pushing aside Tuoba Chen, he stood up shakily and stumbled towards Tuoba Jie.
With tears streaming down her face, she looked up and pleaded, "I'll never run away again. I'll listen to you obediently from now on, and I'll never talk back to you or disobey you again. Please give Yao-gege back to me, okay? Please?"
Looking at Rongyue's current state with heartache, Tuoba Jie questioned his actions for the first time. Was he wrong? Was he really wrong? He only wanted to keep her by his side and live a good life with her. Was that wrong? But why, why, seeing her lying lifelessly on the bed, seeing her grief-stricken expression, seeing her current distraught state, did his heart ache unbearably, as if a sharp awl was hammering it to pieces, again and again…
"Give it back to me, give Yao-gege back to me, okay?"
"Say something! Please, give him back to me!"
Can anyone tell him whether he was right or wrong this time?
Who will tell him? Who will tell him?
"Mother, what is love?"
"Jie'er, love is a wonderful feeling. When you love someone, you share their sorrow and joy. If they are sad, you will feel sad too; if they are happy, you will feel happy too. Loving someone is not about possession or domination, but about wholeheartedly caring for them. As long as the person you love is happy, even if you can only watch from afar for the rest of your life, you will feel immense happiness."
"Like a mother watching over her father from afar?"
Yes, child.
"But Jie'er didn't see his mother happy?"
"Jie'er, you're still young and don't understand. When you grow up, you'll understand that this kind of happiness is something others can't experience..."