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"Lotus, what are you trying to do?"

"I must save him!"

Lotus's answer was simple yet firm.

With his back to the dungeon, Zhan Yu heard the rustling sound of clothes falling to the ground behind him. His dark eyes held an indescribable complex light as he gritted his teeth and roared: "Inside the dungeon."

In the cracks of the stone slabs, horrifying blood could be seen flowing slowly, and amidst the pervasive stench of blood, the faint cries of those being tortured could be heard.

But in this place, there was an eerie silence.

Murong Yin leaned weakly against the cold stone wall, his eyes closed, occasionally coughing up bright red blood.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, followed by the clanging of chains unlocking the prison door.

Someone walked in.

Murong Yin did not open his eyes. He felt his whole body was as cold as snow, he had difficulty breathing, and bright red blood dripped from the corner of his lips. For a dying man, everything in the outside world meant nothing.

"Murong Yin..."

A warm hand touched his bleeding lips, wiping away the blood. In his scattered consciousness, he could hear the uncontrollable trembling of a girl.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

That sound...

In his daze, Murong Yin heard sobbing, but his breathing became even more painful. His limbs were cold and weak. The girl's crying grew clearer and clearer. It felt as if a thousand blades had pierced his chest. He felt a surge of blood in his throat, and in an instant, everything went dark. He lost consciousness.

"Murong Yin—"

Lianhua gasped in shock as she watched Murong Yin vomit several mouthfuls of blood and collapse. She frantically reached out and hugged him tightly, feeling as if his entire body was as cold as ice and his breathing was so weak that it seemed as if he would stop breathing at any moment!

The once spirited, gentle, and universally praised Young Master Murong Yin is now in such a miserable state!

However, his predicament was entirely caused by her. She took advantage of his kindness, his honesty, and his feelings, and then turned around and dealt him a fatal blow without any mercy!

Even now.

He was on his deathbed and could die at any moment.

"Murong Yin, you can't die, you can't die—"

She called out to him desperately, but Murong Yin, lying in her arms, grew colder and colder, his faint breaths becoming barely audible.

"Murong Yin—!!"

In the dim and cold dungeon.

Lianhua clung tightly to Murong Yin's cold body, her heart filled with painful despair. Slowly, she could no longer feel his breath; he grew as cold as ice.

"Murong Yin, Murong Yin..."

Lotus called out to him in horror, her eyes, filled with fear, suddenly trembled, and hot tears streamed down her face.

"Don't die! I beg you, please don't die. Wake up! I still owe you so much. Wake up, and I'll repay you for it all..."

"He's not going to make it!"

A deep, resonant voice came from the dungeon entrance. Zhan Yu looked at Murong Yin, who was lying in Lianhua's arms, and with a single sentence, he had already sentenced Murong Yin to death.

"You should know that no one who enters this dungeon has ever come out alive!"

"No!"

Lotus pressed her hand against Murong Yin's chest. His whole body was ice cold, except for a slight warmth in his heart. He was not dead. Murong Yin, lying in her arms, was not dead!

"I want him to live!" Lianhua raised her tear-streaked face and stared at Zhan Yu standing at the prison door, her eyes shining brightly, like countless flames burning.

"I will absolutely not let Murong Yin die at the Tianshan Snow Gate!"

Without hesitation, she lowered her head and began to unbutton her white shirt...

Zhan Yu was suddenly startled, hurriedly turning his back to Lianhua, who was unbuttoning her snow-white robes. He subconsciously gripped the Qingming Sword in his hand and hissed:

"Lotus, what are you trying to do?"

"I must save him!"

Lotus's answer was simple yet firm.

With his back to the dungeon, Zhan Yu heard the rustling sound of clothes falling to the ground behind him. His dark eyes flashed with an indescribable complexity as he gritted his teeth and roared:

"You crazy woman! He's just a prisoner of the Tianshan Snow Sect now, and all for him—"

"It's because of him that it's worth doing this!"

Zhan Yu froze, and behind him—

Lotus lowered her head and took off her own clothes, then took off Murong Yin's bright yellow robe. She used her warm body to hug his cold body, transferring her body heat to him so that he would gradually warm up.

She held him tightly as he lay dying, their skin naked and touching. Hot tears streamed down her face as she whispered his name over and over again in his ear.

"Murong Yin, you must live! You can't die! You can't die!"

Countless tears fell on Murong Yin's pale and ashen face.

Lotus buried her face in his still-warm chest, and an uncontrollable sob escaped her lips as she called his name through her bitter tears.