531 Hearts separated, reunited at this moment!
Updated: 2014-01-04 20:04:57 Word Count: 4547
Mu Yunhe's pupils constricted. He had just regained control of his body and hadn't even had time to react when he saw Luo Zhiheng stab him. The pain from the two stabs Luo Zhiheng had inflicted on his body was now fully felt by Mu Yunhe, who had just regained control of his body. In an instant, pain and shock overwhelmed him. His grip on Luo Zhiheng completely gave way, and the two of them fell to the ground together.
Luo Zhiheng's knife pierced Mu Yunhe's shoulder despite Mu Yunhe's sudden loss of strength.
Mu Yunhe groaned, clenching his teeth tightly. Cold sweat poured down his body in an instant. He was breathing heavily, and the immense exhaustion made him see stars, his ears were ringing, and his mind went blank.
Luo Zhiheng fell to the ground, the impact rendering her unable to get up. A sharp, excruciating pain shot through her spine; she felt as if her bones were shattered. She saw stars, and weak, broken cries escaped her lips. Her hand still gripped the knife tightly, fearing a counterattack from the Great Demon King. As for Mu Yunhe's earlier call of "Aheng," Luo Zhiheng hadn't heard it in that crucial moment.
Both of them lay on the ground panting heavily. Mu Yunhe recovered his senses and, ignoring his wounds and blood, turned his head with difficulty to look at Luo Zhiheng and crawled towards her.
Upon hearing the noise, Luo Zhiheng turned around warily, glaring sharply at Mu Yunhe and gritting her teeth, "Still not giving up? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"
After she finished speaking, she gripped the knife tightly and slowly raised it, as if to stab Mu Yunhe. Mu Yunhe was shocked, angry, and at a loss for words, and snorted, "Aheng!"
The long-lost form of address and the familiar yet strangely intimate tone of voice stunned Luo Zhiheng. Her hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and she said with disbelief and wariness in her eyes, "What did you call me? Don't think you can deceive or fool me just because you call me that! You bastard!"
"Am I a bastard?" Mu Yunhe chewed on these words, snorted heavily, and then lay down on the ground without dodging or explaining, shamelessly saying, "Even if I am a bastard, I am still your husband. You stupid woman, I clearly went to great lengths to send you away, why did you come back? You only cause me trouble! Now you are slashing me with a knife, you really have turned your back on me, trying to murder your own husband."
Luo Zhiheng looked stunned, unable to quite process what was happening. She appeared somewhat silly and adorable, staring at Mu Yunhe with a mix of cuteness and bewilderment, while her inner world was churning with turmoil.
"Who exactly are you?" she asked a foolish question, but one she had to ask because every word, every expression, every tone of voice, and every glance from the man before her bore an unbelievable resemblance to Mu Yunhe. She simply couldn't believe that the great demon king could imitate Mu Yunhe so perfectly!
But if the person in front of her isn't the Great Demon King anymore, then who is he? And how did he appear? The man who just tried to strangle her was clearly the Great Demon King!
Mu Yunhe slowly looked at her and chuckled, "In my entire life, I will never abandon Aheng! Aheng, tell me... who am I?"
Luo Zhiheng's eyelids twitched violently. That seemingly simple sentence stirred up her earliest emotions and deepest memories. Those secrets and conversations between the two of them, known only to her and Mu Yunhe, were known to the person before her!
Even if the Great Demon King possessed Mu Yunhe's body, he could never possess Mu Yunhe's previous memories!
"Yunhe!!" Luo Zhiheng almost screamed, her eyes wide open, as if she had been struck by lightning, stunned and helpless, bewildered and helpless, and filled with deep fear and terror.
She didn't know where the strength came from, but she suddenly lunged at Mu Yunhe and buried her head in his arms without a care. This was the scene she had dreamed of countless times over the past three years. She had finally returned to Mu Yunhe's side, finally returned to Mu Yunhe's arms, and from now on, they would be together forever!
"It really is you! It really is you! You're back? You've come back to find me, haven't you? Or am I already dead? Yunhe! Yunhe!" Luo Zhiheng was overjoyed and incoherent, overwhelmed with a complex and intense mix of emotions—the feeling of being resurrected, of a heart that had been ashes but had been rekindled. She hugged Mu Yunhe tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Something seemed to be fermenting in Mu Yunhe's chest, a mixture of pain and sourness colliding within him. His eyes stung and moistened, and though it was difficult, he still held Luo Zhiheng's delicate body tightly, laughing hoarsely, "It's me, I'm back, Aheng! My Aheng!"
Finally, I can hold you tightly again! Finally, I can openly and fearlessly call you Ah Heng again!
The two were separated for three years, and after ten years of deep longing, they were still separated by an unknown distance. They had never experienced the desolation of ten years, but the separation of only three years made them suffer from pain and longing. Three years felt like a lifetime. In so much helplessness and hopelessness, they waited, watched, pushed away and protected each other, tested each other, tormented each other, and deeply loved each other.
Nothing can separate them now. This moment of all-consuming embrace, this desperate cry, even if the sky were to fall, they would not run away.
"My return is like your return. You didn't want me to take any risks, yet you put yourself in danger. You wanted me to watch you die, and you left me to bear the pain of losing you alone. Mu Yunhe, do you still dare to say you love me? Do you still dare to say that everything you did was for my own good? Have you forgotten how to love me? Have you forgotten how I loved you too?" Luo Zhiheng suddenly tightened her arms, her voice colder than ever before, filled with fierce hatred.
Mu Yunhe tensed up, a terrifying feeling rising in his throat. He instinctively hugged her tightly, even though his arms were weak, he still refused to let go. He said incoherently, "I haven't forgotten! I haven't forgotten anything we've been through, and I won't forget! Ah Heng, I just want you to live. I can't say anything, I can't say anything. Even if I say one more word, you'll be in danger! The Great Demon King's hatred is so intense. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you, whom I've just regained, will be lost again in the blink of an eye! I can't bear the pain of losing you again! Ah Heng, how can you not understand my heart?"
Luo Zhiheng pushed him away, her eyes full of smiles. For the first time in three years, she looked at him so tenderly and closely, looking at him without any need for defense or pretense. Her heart softened yet ached. She cupped his face in her hands, almost worshipfully rubbing her cheek against his. Her warm voice mingled with their nostrils, sweet and tender: "Me too. It was your decision to let me go, but that doesn't mean I am. I stayed by your side even when you were dying, we fought side by side all the way. I thought you understood me, but you pushed me away at the most crucial moment. That push was truly cruel!"
“Aheng…” Mu Yunhe called out to her urgently.
Luo Zhiheng stopped him, continuing, "But no matter how ruthless you are, I can't let go. I'd rather live and die with you than watch you die while I live alone. Luo Zhiheng is incomplete without you, Yunhe. Are you still my Yunhe? If you are, you should understand my feelings."
"But I can't bear to. My negligence has caused you so much suffering over the years. You endured pain where I couldn't see you, while I was protecting another woman. Even though I was unaware, I was still filled with shame and regret. I can no longer say I love you completely; there's also guilt. I just want my Aheng to live. I don't care if I die." Mu Yunhe was never a man who could speak sweet words, but as he spoke these words, his face flushed and his voice choked with emotion.
Luo Zhiheng's crimson eyes moved from his eyes to his neck, her face growing paler. Her trembling hands rose to embrace his neck, the warm, wet sensation beneath her palms filling her with panic. She raised her eyes and stubbornly asked, "I only ask you one question: If I were you today, and I sent you away, preventing you from fighting alongside me, refusing you because I wanted you to live, facing everything alone, letting you watch me die, would you be willing?"
Mu Yunhe was speechless when asked. He couldn't answer that he was willing because he simply couldn't bear to watch Luo Zhiheng die. He couldn't do it, and just thinking about it made his eyes widen and his heart ache!
This answer would never satisfy him, but he couldn't deceive himself or Luo Zhiheng. A bitter smile appeared on Mu Yunhe's face. His wife was always stubborn and intelligent, making him both love and hate her.
“I don’t want to. I can’t bear to see Ah Heng in danger.” That was his answer, an answer that was both helpless and resolute.
Luo Zhiheng smiled and said, "I'm just like you. What you don't want is what I don't want either. We've been through thick and thin together, and we've faced life and death together countless times. I believe we can do it again this time! Even if we don't, with you by my side, I'll die without regrets!"
She lacked the shyness and reserve of a young woman, but possessed none of the dashing and decisive spirit of a man. The phrase "I would die without regrets," a bold declaration that even many heroes might not easily utter, carried immense weight in Luo Zhiheng's words—a declaration of unwavering devotion!
Mu Yunhe had long since given up the idea of pushing Luo Zhiheng away and protecting her under his wing. He couldn't control Aheng, and it was precisely because he couldn't control her, precisely because of the helplessness and anxiety she brought him, that she was the unique Aheng he loved! And wasn't the woman he loved precisely this kind of affectionate, loyal, unwavering, brave, and fearless woman?
Mu Yunhe's gaze was deep, and his love for Luo Zhiheng was no longer hidden, but revealed: "With such a wife, I would die without regret!"
Luo Zhiheng's smile deepened, and the moment she embraced Mu Yunhe tightly, tears welled up in her eyes. Looking at the bloody hole she had stabbed on the back of Mu Yunhe's neck, which was still bleeding profusely, her hands were already stained red. The crimson in her eyes threw her into a panic, and she forced a smile, so strained and pale: "I think we need a doctor."
Mu Yunhe also laughed, seemingly unconcerned about his injuries. Although he was in excruciating pain, with Luo Zhiheng by his side, he dared not show any sign of suffering, for fear that she would feel guilty and saddened by it.
"Aheng, shall we go find a doctor? I really can't move at all." Mu Yunhe said with a smile that seemed both real and fake. His eyes were clear and his face was beautiful. His pale complexion, pure eyes, haggard appearance, and languid temperament were just like when I first met Mu Yunhe four years ago, that handsome and sickly young man!
Luo Zhiheng gripped his hand tightly, glancing around discreetly before saying, "I won't leave you!"
“No one asked you to leave me. You’re so disobedient, I wouldn’t feel at ease if I didn’t keep you by my side. But look at my current situation, I really can’t go out. Go find someone. There’s no one in the courtyard, but there are always people outside. Are you afraid I’ll run away?” Mu Yunhe said with a forced smile, as if all danger had passed.
Luo Zhiheng hesitated and worried. How could that great demon king have suddenly disappeared? How could Mu Yunhe have suddenly appeared? Would he disappear again?
Mu Yunhe saw her hesitation and worry, took her other hand and kissed it gently, saying tenderly, "I'm not dead, I'm just hiding inside this body, waiting for the right moment to deal with the Great Demon King. Those two stabs you just made were perfect, giving me the opportunity to kill him and regain control of this body. Are you relieved now? Go find someone, or we might both die here. I'll bleed to death, and you'll die from broken bones."
Luo Zhiheng's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise, "That ghostly thing is dead?"
A smile spread across Mu Yunhe's face as he gave a definite answer: "Dead."
Luo Zhiheng thought about it and agreed. If that ghost hadn't died, how could Mu Yunhe have returned? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel anxious. Worried that Mu Yunhe's injuries were serious, she didn't dare tell him that she was also badly injured, in great pain, and struggling to stand up, barely managing to walk before stumbling and falling.
Mu Yunhe exclaimed, "Be careful! Aheng, you..."
"It's okay! Wait for me, I'll be right back." Luo Zhiheng waved with a smile and walked quickly outside as if nothing had happened. But she was too weak to do anything, and before she even reached the door, she collapsed. Luckily, she was caught by a nearby table. Luo Zhiheng was covered in cold sweat, her teeth chattering from the pain. She didn't even dare to turn around, afraid that if she saw Mu Yunhe, she would burst into tears!
She was really afraid of pain, and this pain was almost comparable to the pain she had experienced three years ago.
She stepped out of the room, but lost her balance and tumbled down the steps. The fall made her vision go black, and she couldn't get up.
First update! There will be more updates today. I'll keep working hard! The blister on my foot from the burn I popped has flared up again. What's going on? Does anyone know? I'm so frustrated. Still asking for recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets! Group hug!
532 Suicide!
Updated: 2014-01-04 21:14:41 Word Count: 3277
Luo Zhiheng was delicate and fragile, truly like a porcelain doll; even the slightest weight could shatter her. Today, being severely injured, thrown out, and then hit and slammed again, this fall was like adding fuel to the fire and rubbing salt into her wounds, causing her to burst into tears from the pain.
She lay stiffly on the ground, like a limp rag doll, biting her lower lip tightly, afraid to make a sound, lest Mu Yunhe worry.
But Mu Yunhe inside still heard the noise outside and anxiously called out, "Aheng, what's wrong?"
Luo Zhiheng opened her mouth and let out a painful groan, then quickly shut it again, her whole body trembling violently. At this moment, she hated herself for driving everyone out of the courtyard, leaving her unable to even call out to anyone.
"Aheng? Aheng!" Mu Yunhe called out anxiously without getting a response, but his body was unable to move. His face was slightly distorted, as if he was trying his best to endure or suppress something.
Luo Zhiheng held her breath for a while before finally managing to open her mouth, trying to make her voice sound less weak and trembling: "It's nothing, I just tripped and fell. Wait for me, I'll get someone right away."
To avoid worrying Mu Yunhe, Luo Zhiheng dared not shout loudly in the courtyard. She wanted to stand up and take a few steps outside, but she simply couldn't. Her whole body ached as if she had been run over by a car wheel. Helpless, she could only crawl outside. As long as she was a little further away from the door, she could shout, and Yunhe wouldn't suspect anything.
Inside the room, Mu Yunhe's gaze followed Luo Zhiheng's stumbling figure as she left, until she was completely out of sight. His gentle expression instantly twisted into a grotesque grimace. His handsome face, for a moment, became terrifying, like that of a demon, filled with a sinister, dark aura. Then, in the blink of an eye, it transformed back to Mu Yunhe's normal face, shifting back and forth as if two people were vying for that one face.
Mu Yunhe's eyes were filled with urgency, hoping that Luo Zhiheng could leave quickly, go further and further away! It would be best if she could run into the guards of the manor, so that Aheng's safety would be guaranteed at least a little.
I'm sorry, Ah Heng, I've pushed you away again. But please forgive me, I really can't control the Great Demon King's soul anymore. I've reached the end of my rope. Ah Heng, if I really disappear forever this time, and I'm no longer in this world, please don't be sad. Even if my soul is scattered, my will will always be with you.
"Mu Yunhe, you're at your last gasp! You actually used your life force to attack me! Hahaha, that woman Luo Zhiheng is indeed an unparalleled existence in your heart! Let's see how you fight me this time! What are you still pretending for? Quickly give my body back to me!" The Great Demon King's voice, filled with madness, resounded within Mu Yunhe's body. This time, it was unrestrained, sharp, and exhilarating, as if Mu Yunhe was truly doomed.
Mu Yunhe's soul was much dimmer than the Great Demon King's, almost invisible. He was hovering in the center of the body, looking down at the Great Demon King, his expression calm and solemn, his soul enveloped in holy light.
"Great Demon King, I have said before that even if it means mutual destruction, I will never let you continue to wreak havoc on the world! Since I can no longer suppress you, then let us be destroyed together!" Mu Yunhe said calmly.
The Great Demon King said with a look of disdain, "Are you really willing to leave Luo Zhiheng? Look at the two of you, so inseparable and sweet just now. You, Mu Yunhe, also have moments of weakness and weakness? Hahaha, that's hilarious! You just promised Luo Zhiheng that you wouldn't push her away, how come you went back on your word in the blink of an eye? Mu Yunhe, are you even a man? All you do is keep making excuses and deceiving your own woman!"
Mu Yunhe was not angry. He said calmly, "You can't take my body away, because as long as I'm alive, this body will never completely belong to you. You can't kill me either, because as long as I don't want to die, you will never find me! You're just trying to provoke me to make my emotions fluctuate. Your little tricks are nothing more than that."
"Is that so? But you still can't kill me! Even if you and I fight to the death, so what? Are you so sure that you, now so weak and almost powerless, can take me down with you? I'm not laughing at you, but you're too impatient. Why don't you find a place to rest and let me use this body?" The Great Demon King laughed sinisterly, truly not taking Mu Yunhe seriously.
Mu Yunhe had already suffered heavy losses from his attack, and he knew that Mu Yunhe would not actually die with him at this moment, so he deliberately provoked Mu Yunhe with his words.
Just then, Luo Zhiheng's painful voice rang out, and all of Mu Yunhe's original resolve crumbled instantly. His soul trembled and disappeared into the sky. Immediately afterwards, Mu Yunhe's worried voice rang out.
The Great Demon King, inside Mu Yunhe's body, listened to Mu Yunhe's anxious and worried words and coldly mocked, "Tsk tsk, you don't care about Luo Zhiheng at the slightest sign of trouble. How can you be willing to perish together with me? I just don't believe it. A person as sentimental as you is really not suitable to be a king. Let me be the emperor for you! Here, take my body!"
The moment the Great Demon King finished speaking, his soul twisted and contorted, instantly rushing towards the core of Mu Yunhe's body and soul. This frenzied, dreamlike impact overwhelmed the distracted Mu Yunhe almost instantly. In the blink of an eye, the Great Demon King had regained control of Mu Yunhe's body!
The pain spread throughout the body to the Great Demon King, who hissed and sneered, "You little slut, you actually went all out! It seems that hussy didn't truly love you after all. What woman would be willing to hurt her husband like this? Mu Yunhe, your Aheng is probably no longer the virtuous and chaste woman she once was. Look at the men around her, aren't they all incredibly handsome? I'm afraid you've already been cuckolded countless times."
Mu Yunhe's soul was already dim, and it was immediately twisted by the impact. In order to prevent the Great Demon King from catching him, Mu Yunhe did not linger in the battle or overestimate his ability to continue to seize the body. He immediately hid himself.
The Great Demon King couldn't sense Mu Yunhe's fluctuations, and felt as if a thorn was stuck in his heart. Mu Yunhe's existence was a huge threat. He said viciously, "I'll show you your Luo Zhiheng, and see how she's going to find a doctor for you. I'll let you see with your own eyes how I'll torture and crush her to death!"
The Great Demon King stood up and staggered towards the door. Holding onto the doorframe, he saw Luo Zhiheng struggling to crawl out, calling out for help in broken, weak voices. Despite her immense suffering, she stubbornly persisted in her cries for help and her attempt to crawl out.
The Demon King, witnessing this scene, felt a surge of intense jealousy and resentment. The woman he had his eye on was willing to do anything for another man; this enraged him, and he roared, "You slut!"
Hearing that angry roar, Luo Zhiheng was immediately stunned, as if struck by a blow to the head. She turned around with difficulty and saw a tall figure standing in the candlelight, staggering towards her. But Luo Zhiheng felt a chill run through her body, because that angry roar had clearly been directed at a vile woman!
Mu Yunhe would never curse her like that!
"Who are you!" Luo Zhiheng asked a ridiculous question, then immediately reached for the hairpin in her hair. It was the only thing on her body that could be considered a weapon! Her face was filled with panic and despair as she watched the body of the man she loved most approach her, terrified that the soul inside that body was no longer her man's! Instead, a demon had died!
"Isn't this the husband you've been longing for? Weren't you just about to find a doctor for me? What? My little beauty, you've already forgotten?" The Great Demon King chuckled, slowly but steadily closing in on Luo Zhiheng.
Luo Zhiheng's heart clenched painfully, and she roared, "You're still alive! What did you do to Yun He?"
"What's wrong? You vile woman! You betrayed me, so I killed the man you loved. Mu Yunhe didn't die just now, but you've already killed him! He appeared for this reason, but that was your only and last time together in this life! You'll never have another chance, because even in death, I will make your soul my slave!" the Great Demon King roared tyrannically.
He walked step by step in front of Luo Zhiheng. Luo Zhiheng slowly backed away. The panic and despair on her face were replaced by coldness at this moment. She was no longer afraid. Even if the person in front of her was a demon, her life and death were in her hands. No one could control her life and death!
She only regretted that she and Yunhe had only had such a brief moment together!
"Where do you think you can run to? Come on, let your Yunhe, who hasn't completely lost his soul yet, see how you are loved and possessed by other men! Do you think you can hurt me again? This time, your weapon won't be able to hurt me anymore!" The Great Demon King laughed lewdly, reaching out his evil hand towards Luo Zhiheng.