Will he die?
The thought was a poisoned needle, piercing straight into the depths of her soul. Only then did she confirm it once more: she truly loved him. But she had also truly betrayed him. It made her wish she could suffer some grievous injury for his sake, because only physical pain could alleviate the sorrow in her heart.
She stared at the battlefield, feeling like she was watching a disaster movie, a complete outsider. But she wasn't an outsider. She was tied up in knots with worry, so tense her heart was about to stop, as if she had lost her very sense of self.
Before her eyes, Bei Mingyuan was fighting with all his might, struggling against a black, swirling wind tunnel that could pulverize stone to dust. He, who had always handled everything with effortless grace, now seemed to be having an incredibly difficult time. And yet, step by step—slow, but incomparably solid—he drew closer, and closer, and closer…
