The Cruel World

Accidents were accidents precisely because they always exceeded people's expectations.

Chu Fei had never expected that Wang Yujing could still come under attack while inside the Lord's Mansion.

Chu Fei was furious, but he still calmly unleashed a wave of curses, hoping to interfere with the bastards pursuing Wang Yujing from afar and buy her some time.

But Chu Fei was ultimately too late.

Just as the curse activated, a bullet flew out through Wang Yujing's forehead.

Only then did the curse take effect, making the figures pursuing Wang Yujing stagger. But it was too late.

Wang Yujing's body suddenly stiffened before falling from the sky like a piece of wood.

Chu Fei froze as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

By all accounts, Wang Yujing had been the person closest to him, followed only by Wu Yong.

Yet right before his eyes, Wang Yujing had been shot through the head. The fickle fate of the apocalypse had passed Chu Fei by, but it had not spared Wang Yujing.

Ten years of cultivation, ended by a single shot.

In the apocalypse, human lives were worth less than grass. Those who died spectacular deaths were the lucky ones; many people died without even knowing how.

Life had always been so fragile, and death had always come suddenly, without warning.

Come to think of it, perhaps what lay between him and Wang Yujing had begun as a transaction. But when a woman was willing to give herself to him completely, could that truly be nothing but a transaction?

In truth, Chu Fei had long sensed Wang Yujing's feelings—three parts conflicted, three parts timid, but also three parts sincere, with one part lost, lost about the future.

As for what Chu Fei felt toward Wang Yujing, all he could say was: people were