Rong Che shielded Lin Fei in the corner and slowly closed his eyes.
The last things that echoed through his mind were scenes of his time with Rong Yuheng, from their first meeting until now...
-"My name is... Rong Yuheng."
-"A-Che, do I have to touch you before you'll behave?"
-"I want to do something dirty to A-Che."
-"Rong Che! I'll take you right now. Let's see if you still dare like anyone else! If you dare spout any more nonsense, I'll punish you once more for every extra word! And next time you lie, don't stammer! Aren't you embarrassed?"
-"Today, the prince regent is bringing his consort home in marriage. Don't be afraid, my consort. Naturally, we'll untie you for the wedding bows."
-"A-Che's body is so soft and yielding. Why is his mouth so stubborn?"
Every incident, every moment.
Rong Che's last thought was...
Rong Yuheng, find someone who loves you and let them grow old with you in my place.
Mother, your son can no longer stay by your side and fulfill his filial duties.
Beside Rong Che's ears-
Came the sound of crossbow bolts piercing flesh.
Blood splashed all over Rong Che.
But the pain he had expected never came.
Rong Che's eyes flew open, and he saw...
Lin Fei holding him tightly, shielding him with her body.
Dozens of crossbow bolts had already pierced the young woman's thin, slender back.
Blood poured from Lin Fei's mouth as she collapsed in a crumpled heap.
"Girl!" Rong Che held the blood-soaked Lin Fei, his eyes reddening.
At that moment, all his reason deserted him.
Lying in Rong Che's arms, Lin Fei forced a smile onto her pale little face and said haltingly, "Brother Rong Che... I'm sorry... I... put something... in the soup... I almost... let you