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Murong Yin only thinks of others, but never of himself.

He had already given up a chance to kill Ye Chuhan, and Ye Chuhan would never give him a second chance!

Ye Chuhan smiled faintly, "You so easily gave up a chance to kill me. Do you know how many people in this world want my life?! Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?!"

Murong Yin said, "Take out the antidote before you kill me!"

His voice was fearless and undaunted!

In the stillness of the night.

Ye Chuhan, dressed in snow-white robes, had a chilling smile in his charming, narrow eyes. "Everyone says that Murong Yin of Murong Manor is the most passionate and righteous person in the world. Now it seems that it is indeed true!"

He turned to Lianhua, who was guarding Hua Chen, his long, black hair flowing like a spring through his snow-white clothes. "Come here, I'll give you Hua Chen's antidote."

He called it Lotus.

Murong Yin's heart tightened, and he blurted out, "Lianhua is not a member of Murong Manor. Everything here has nothing to do with her. Don't hurt her!"

He was actually worried about her.

With his back to Murong Yin and facing Ye Chuhan's lotus flower, he felt a sudden pang in his heart, as if hot blood was surging wildly, and a metallic taste filled his throat.

Ye Chuhan's pupils contracted silently.

He watched as Lianhua walked towards him step by step, her slender and elegant eyes reflecting only her image.

At least for this moment, she is still his!

Ye Chuhan suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the slender lotus flower in her hand.

The smile on his face vanished completely!

Murong Yin was shocked and immediately rushed forward to rescue the girl who was being held by the devilish Ye Chuhan. "Lotus—!"

"If you move even slightly, I'll kill her!!" Ye Chuhan said coldly.

Murong Yin stopped.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Ye Chuhan was right. At this moment, the lotus in his hand held her life or death in his hands. The jade branches swayed in the wind.

Under the pale moonlight, the two people stood silently.

Ye Chuhan stared intently at the lotus flower she held in her hand. He scrutinized her, not missing a single expression on her face, his gaze filled with surprise and suspicion.

Lotus's face, however, was surprisingly calm.

Like a stagnant pool, you can't see any ripples or waves beneath the surface.

Slowly.

The cold fingers that had been tightly gripping the lotus flower loosened their grip.

Ye Chuhan suddenly chuckled softly, his handsome face possessing a breathtaking quality, like a bloodthirsty demon from hell. He spoke in a very soft voice, barely audible to the lotus flower standing nearby, "Lotus flower, you will never betray me, will you?"

The lotus flower raised its head.

She didn't even have a chance to utter a word. In that instant, a sharp pain shot through her chest, and her body, like a withered flower petal, flew backward limply and powerlessly!

Ye Chuhan suddenly attacked, his fierce palm strike shattering her heart meridian and sending her flying!

The cold night wind howled past my ears.

A terrifying, intense pain shot through my chest.

Lotus's consciousness wavered and dissipated in an instant, and her body was completely numb. At that moment, she could still hear Murong Yin's heart-wrenching, desperate screams.

"lotus--!!"

lotus--!!

A deep, agonizing pain grips my chest!

Someone was calling her name, someone... was calling her...

lotus……

Many years ago, by the lotus pond, a young man in white, with a pair of beautiful, narrow eyes, smiled at the little girl, his smile as warm as the sunshine of Jiangnan.

He laughed and said, "You don't have a name? How could you not have a name?"

He pointed to the lotus pond, his snow-white sleeves swaying gently in the soft Jiangnan breeze, and smiled warmly, "From this moment on, you shall be called Lotus. Your life will surely be like the lotus in this pond, blooming under the sun, pure and flawless."

From that moment on, her name was Lotus.

That was the name he gave her—Lotus!

But--

He actually forgot about her.

From the moment she appeared before him, she knew that he had long forgotten everything he had ever done! He had forgotten that ten years ago, he had named a poor little girl Lotus.

He forgot... what he said nine years ago—to stay together until our hair turns white, never to turn our backs on each other...