Don't do this.
I will resolve it. I will definitely defeat him. So Ling, don't worry... don't show that sad expression...
He wanted to speak, but had no strength to open his lips. He wanted to hold her cold hand, yet his body already lacked strength. In an unprecedented sense of loss, Gongsun Ce lost consciousness.
The last memory in his mind was the familiar blue flowers.
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"Wake up," someone whispered, "Gongsun Ce, wake up."
Gongsun Ce opened his eyes and sat up instantly, instinctively clenching his fists, his knuckles creaking from too much strength. The room was well-lit, with floor-to-ceiling windows adorned with suspended green plants, and light-toned wooden furniture that was simple yet cozy. He lay on a comfortable large bed, the person calling him was sitting beside him, dressed in thin pajamas. She had just retreated a bit. She was startled.
"Where's Ling?" he asked stiffly, "Where did she go?"
