She already had someone in her heart; it wouldn’t be him. He wasn’t in her previous life, and he wouldn’t be in this one either.
Mo Yunchen hugged Qin Qin, resting her head on his shoulder, his jaw on her hair, his voice gentle and low, "I’m sorry for making you worry, I’m sorry, Qinqin."
Qin Qin, leaning in Mo Yunchen’s embrace, shook her head, "No need to apologize, it’s enough that you’ve woken up, Mo Yunchen, it’s enough that you’ve regained consciousness."
"Mm, it won’t happen again, it will never happen again." Mo Yunchen curved his lips into a faint smile, looking at the scenery not far away. Everything was past; he should let go. He remembered the words his mother had uttered before she died; she said, "Yunchen, live your life well, you must live well."
She didn’t want him to remember the scene of her being tortured, yet that scene had haunted his mind for many years, until Mo Haoxuan made him recall it again, and he remembered his mother’s words before she died. She wanted him to forget everything and live well; she did not want her son to remember her tragic end.
Mother, may you rest in peace; your son is doing well!
Your enemy has been avenged; now you can rest peacefully!
He would live happily ever after, alongside Qin Qin!
Qin Qin lifted her head, looking toward Qi Shangyi, who was standing with his back to her. She pushed Mo Yunchen away, intending to walk toward Qi Shangyi. Mo Yunchen caught her hand, his long fingers touching her neck, "I was the one who did that just now."
"It’s fine, let me go over there," Qin Qin chided Mo Yunchen with a glance, wanting him to release her.
Mo Yunchen wouldn’t let go, glancing at Qin Qin’s anxious expression, pulling her toward Qi Shangyi.
The clear and beautiful voice of Qin Qin came from behind Qi Shangyi, who slowly turned around, lifting a stiff smile, his gaze moving to their intertwined hands, his complexion slightly darkened.
"Are you okay?!" She saw his body riddled with bullet holes, covered her mouth, nearly losing control and bursting into tears. She hadn’t noticed these injuries before, and now they seemed fierce and terrifying.
Qi Shangyi, seeing Qin Qin distressed over him, shook his head, "Qingqing, I’m fine, don’t worry."
Right after he finished speaking, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if a chill was creeping into his body, making him shiver.
This was a sensation he had never experienced before; could his time be running out?
"Qi Shangyi, what’s wrong with you?" Feeling something was amiss with him, Qin Qin broke free from Mo Yunchen’s hand and walked toward Qi Shangyi, supporting his arms. When she touched the coldness on his body, Qin Qin instinctively retracted her hand.
"Why are you so cold? How can your body be this cold?" She had touched Qi Shangyi’s body before, but it had never been as cold as it was in that moment.
"I’m fine, just feeling a bit cold. Qingqing, stay away from me, otherwise you’ll get frostbite."
Qi Shangyi had no sense of pain, but at that moment, he felt as though he was being subjected to hundreds of degrees below zero, the pain making him grit his teeth.
"Qinqin, let me help him," Mo Yunchen stepped forward, one hand supporting Qi Shangyi, feeling the chill coming from his body, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"We must go back immediately," Qin Qin said urgently, no longer caring about anything else.
Qi Shangyi’s complexion was pale, his aged face seeming even older. He didn’t tell Qin Qin, but his vision suddenly blurred, and he could no longer see the things in front of him clearly.
Because of her anxiety, Qin Qin walked in front, and Qi Shangyi’s unsteady movements caught Mo Yunchen’s attention.
"You... can’t see clearly?"
Qi Shangyi clasped Mo Yunchen’s hand tightly, "Don’t tell her!"
"Mo Yunchen, do you know? I’m jealous of you. When I first met you, I wanted nothing more than to kill you, but I knew that if I killed you, it would break her heart. Now, I don’t have the right to stay by her side. I feel like my time is coming to an end. Mo Yunchen, Qingqing is a good woman; you must cherish her, do you understand? If you dare mistreat her, I swear, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you off."
Mo Yunchen’s eyes were complex, respecting Qi Shangyi’s profound and magnanimous love.
"Qi Shangyi, I love her more than my own life."
Qi Shangyi smiled with satisfaction and closed his eyes. Darkness enveloped him completely; he could no longer see anything.
As the group left Mingding Mountain, they forgot one person.
Jing Zhiyue emerged from aside, covering her swollen cheek, glancing down at the sheer cliff below. Mo Haoxuan was finally dead; she was free.
After looking at the sheer cliff, she glanced hatefully at the departing figures.
"Qin Qin, I will not let you go; you must die."
Qi Shangyi was brought to Mo Yunchen’s villa by Qin Qin, placing the rigid Qi Shangyi on the bed. Even though Mo Yunchen’s villa had heating, they still turned on the air conditioning and instructed the servants to bring out as many blankets as possible to cover Qi Shangyi.