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In the span of mere moments, heaven and earth overturned, and his very soul shattered.
Xue Mingqing froze in the dark corner. His usually clear, gentle gray-gold peach blossom eyes suddenly contracted to their limit, his pupils trembling. All that remained in his gaze was the white-clad figure falling with unwavering resolve.
He had calculated everything, plotted every step, guessed all her thoughts. He had imagined her silently healing, weeping beneath the moon, and coming to terms with it alone, but he had never imagined—
Ning Yurong had climbed the Hundred-Zhang Sky Terrace alone late at night not to clear her mind, not to let go, and not to escape the gossip.
She had come here prepared to die, to bring the rest of her life to an end.
She truly wanted to die.
It was as if an invisible hand had crushed his heart to pieces. Bone-deep cold surged madly through every limb and bone, instantly freezing all his tenderness, all his acceptance, and all the peace that had slowly begun to grow within him.
The gentle moonlight filling the sky and the dazzling lights of the city all turned into piercing mockery at this moment.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Three low curses, heavy, harsh, and urgent, carrying boundless panic, lingering fear, and overwhelming regret, slammed fiercely into the night wind.
All the restraint hidden within the shadows, all his concerns, all his calculations regarding the greater plan and his disguise, collapsed completely at that moment, leaving nothing behind!
What fake-death plan? What Heavenly Dao's watchful gaze? What fear of Tang San!
At this moment, none of it mattered more than her safety!
He had gambled with fate itself, sacrificed himself for the plan, endured estrangement for years, and done everything in his power to protect