"Do we have to kill his wife, won't he make a move?" Yu Longting chuckled softly, a chuckle that didn't reach his eyes, standing there like a shining blade of silver light.
But in my heart, boundless anger burgeoned, "Clearly, it was he who schemed against me first, treating me as the Cauldron Furnace for the Ancestor of Foxes' reincarnation, you just helped me retaliate."
My emotions rose too swiftly, and this frail body couldn't withstand it for a moment.
My head swam with dizziness, a swath of black before my eyes.
Yu Longting promptly gripped my waist, placing me on the sofa to lean back, "Tsk, my little white rabbit, even driven to the brink, wants to bite, but she gets herself worked up before she can even hurt her enemy." Chapters first released on novel•fire.net
"How can I not be angry... he implicated an innocent life..." My mood softened a bit, my voice still faint.
The image of Su Xiaomin with a fox's head, asking me what being entwined by a snake felt like, is vivid in my mind.
The scene of the young girl falling from a high place in the surveillance footage also lingers.
I could completely empathize with Beichen's frantic heart as he paced below the building at that time.
Perhaps he had anticipated that it was a trap, but he couldn't possibly not take action.
After a moment, Xiao Li's low voice arose, "Is Su Xiaomin that ruffian who came looking for Yuanyuan at the restaurant last time?"
"It's him." I caught my breath, lifting my head.
Xiao Li looked at the bloodstains on the blanket, a bit bewildered, "He didn't seem like a good person, yet I didn't expect him to be so formidable."
Seeing Xiao Li now stirred a profound ache within me.
Hearing about so many terrifying things, she showed no fear at all.
Instead, she felt such sorrow for Beichen, staying by his side.
I had only thought Xiao Li quite liked Beichen, the fondness of a young girl's first awakening to love.
Only now did I realize her affection ran deep, like a gentle flowing stream.
Without the blazing heat and surging waves, yet it flowed tirelessly.
"How is the curse on Brother Chen?" Xiao Li's eyes brimmed with tears, her expression one of stubbornness, insisting that we not deceive her.
The thing I disliked the most was the deceit that comes with being overly protected.
Putting myself in her shoes, I didn't want to lie to Xiao Li, "His Blood Curse is severe, he has only three days left."
"Three... three days..." Xiao Li's tears swirled in her eyes, falling one by one, "How could this be."
Yu Longting's eyebrows twitched, fanning the flames, "Su Xiaomin accelerated the death with his sorcery, now there's less than two days left."
"Beichen, I don't want you to die." Xiao Li's psyche collapsed under the blow of Yu Longting's words, embracing the bloodied man on the bed in breakdown, her cries hoarse with grief.
Beichen was completely taken aback, his hand hanging in mid-air.
In his long life, it seemed that he had never encountered a girl as simple and utterly sincere as Xiao Li.
She was very ordinary, not possessing exceptional beauty, and her family was just average.
But she was different—ordinary people with extraordinary courage, all the more touching.
After a long while, Beichen's hand, whether too weary to hold up or his heart finally settling like dust, slowly landed on Xiao Li's back, "I'll try to survive, don't worry."
"Yu Longting and I will find a way for Beichen, we won't let anything happen to him." I wasn't just comforting Xiao Li; this was a promise that had to be fulfilled.
Xiao Li's emotions were uncontrollable, her body quivering in Beichen's embrace.
Suppressing her crying sounds, her voice whimpers, all the more heart-wrenching.
I gave Yu Longting a look.
This wasn't the time to be the third wheel.
Perceiving my intention, Yu Longting lifted my limp body and left the room.