Pei Qinghan shook his head and smiled, looking up at the sky: "You see, he still cares about you, but what’s the point...? "
He absentmindedly touched his chest, thinking of Yun Ya’s last keepsake, wishing to keep it as a nto to accompany him through the final journey of life, yet soti, it was lost...
Yan Family, this generation’s most promising descendant, disappeared for a woman, leaving people full of sighs.
And Pei Qinghan, on a drizzly day, walked into the police station alone to confess.
Half a year later, the verdict was out, guilty of intentional murder, illegal possession of firearms, among other severe cris. Given the circumstances, he received a death sentence, to be executed imdiately.
On that day, the sky was transparently blue, and the white clouds were as soft as cotton candy, reminiscent of the day he first t her, running amidst the crowd, filled with danger, inadvertently entangled in her fate...
Yun Ya, if there’s a next life, I’ll find you first. This ti, I won’t choose to let go.
His head was covered, led to the execution ground, kneeling as the gun aid at him, his heart unexpectedly calm; coming to this step, he never once regretted.
"Bang."
Birds and beasts hurriedly scattered.
Strangely, it wasn’t very painful...
He thought he was dead; is this Hell? But this Hell is too luxurious, everywhere adorned with carved beams and painted buildings, splendidly magnificent.
On that high throne, a pair of eyes watched him; he could feel it, the coldest, cruelest gaze in the world.
"Pei Qinghan, do you regret it?"
That voice seed to co from a very distant place, carrying an ethereal and calm echo, slowly drifting to his ear.
He looked up at the hidden silhouette behind the layers of splendor and said solemnly and firmly: "Never regretted."
After pausing, he asked: "Who are you?"
"Never regretted?" She softly questioned, her tone sowhat envious, a bit jealous, and more, sarcastic.
Slowly turning around, the golden room suddenly beca even brighter, almost blinding him.
Upon seeing that face, he couldn’t help but gasp: "It’s you...."
——
In the serene mountain forest, he chased Feng’er: "Wait for ... Yun Ya, wait for ...."
Leaves fell all around, autumn had co, rustling softly on his body.
Unbeknownst, he ran to the cliff’s edge, about to step into the void, when a monk at the top of the cliff caught him, shook his head and sighed: "Fate cos and goes, gathers and scatters, why are you so obstinate, Benefactor?"
"What are you talking about? I don’t understand, I’m going to chase her, she’s about to disappear again, don’t hold , monk...." The man, impeccably dressed, surprisingly handso, but with a dazed look, spoke crazily, clearly obsessed.
"In this world, the hardest thing to understand is love; losing her is losing her. You have great potential; why not join my sect, practice diligently day and night, and pray for her, thus ending this mundane bond."
"Get lost, I don’t want to be a monk." he pushed him away disdainfully.
"Amitabha, Benefactor is possessed; if not quickly corrected, it may bring disaster."
"Didn’t you hear say get lost? I’m willing, I’m happy—what do you care?" The man said, about to hit the monk, but then stopped, glanced at the horizon, and took steps to chase after.
The cliff was right below, yet he seed determined to die.
"Wait, fate hasn’t ended, love hasn’t passed. What are you willing to exchange for it?"
"My life."
——
The monk rubbed the jade pendant: "This is the amulet I blessed in my early years, prayed for by a young mother for her son. Turns out, that person is you; truly everything is destined."
"It bears her blood essence, to initiate the Soul Gathering Array, a thod defying nature, must willingly offer heart’s blood from a robust body. Once activated, there’s no return, until blood dries and death ensues. Are you truly willing?"
The man pulled open his collar, revealing his chest: "Co on."
"Perhaps she never rembers you, maybe all this is in vain...."
Before he finished, the man impatiently frowned and shouted: "Monk, why are you nagging? Hurry, I don’t care if she rembers or not; I only want her alive, that’s all."
The monk quietly glanced at him, shook his head and sighed: "Foolish youth, foolish youth...."
——
He only rembered blood everywhere, not too painful, finally seeing the gradually brightening sky, his lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he gently closed his eyes.
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Yan Song suddenly sat up in bed, clutching her chest, breathing heavily, cold sweat rolling down her forehead.
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