The well-known nickname brought a warmth to Shi Lingyan’s eyes, and his throat choked up.
She looked at him, the eyes beneath the mask, dark pupils shimmering brightly under the noon sun.
These two characters carried a subtle tremor, Shi Mei walked toward him, step by step.
Shi Lingyan was almost intoxicated by these two words and involuntarily walked towards her.
The closer he got, the more he noticed something was off with her emotions.
Those dark eyes were unusually bright.
Something clenched Shi Lingyan’s heart as he quickly approached and asked, "Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?"
As Shi Lingyan spoke, he had already quickly checked her body.
Apart from her hands being covered in fresh blood, she was unhurt elsewhere.
Relief washed over Shi Lingyan, and he tightly hugged her, his arms firmly encircling her, his excitement barely containable, "It’s good you’re okay, it’s good."
He had thought about it all night and finally understood.
There absolutely couldn’t be two people who matched each other so perfectly in this world.
It was her, it had to be her!
It must be his Tang Wu returning!
This time, he definitely wouldn’t let go, he couldn’t let her flee a second time!
Shi Lingyan’s eyes reddened as he held her, slightly closed his eyes, and softly said, "Come home with me, will you? I’ve missed you so, so much..."
Shi Mei, however, stood like a walking corpse, letting him manipulate her, rigidly staring forward.
Suddenly, the weather had changed.
Just moments before the sun had been blazing, but now its light was obscured and a chilling breeze blew, feeling ominous.
Shi Mei opened her mouth, "Ah Ling."
Her voice was hoarse, rough and grating.
The familiar nickname instantly filled Shi Lingyan with a sense of security.
Separated for three years, the void in his heart seemed to have instantly healed.
Shi Mei gently pushed him away, her gaze cold and penetrating as she looked at him.
Shi Lingyan winced under such a gaze, a feeling of unease stabbing painfully through him.
Shi Mei tiptoed, gently kissed his lips, and whispered, "Didn’t you ask me if I am really Tang Wu?"
As soon as her words fell, Shi Lingyan suddenly felt an intense pain strike his lower abdomen.
The pain came suddenly, without warning.
Shi Lingyan grunted, his eyebrows furrowing, his arms around her suddenly tightening.
Looking down, the dagger she had been holding was now buried in his abdomen, blood already dripping onto the grass.
Tang Wu looked up, kissed his lips again, and softly said, "You guessed right, I am Tang Wu."
With those words, she mercilessly pushed him away.
Shi Lingyan couldn’t believe it, his hand reaching out to pull her back, but the nearly spasmodic pain nearly brought him to his knees.
His tall figure staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.
The sky suddenly thundered, darkening even more.
Two steps away, the woman’s gaze grew even colder, slowly saying, "Come down with me, Ah Ling."
Shi Lingyan’s vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Boss!" Yun Du, seeing him from afar, was shocked.
Professional bodyguards immediately rushed over from behind Yun Du.
Yun Du checked Shi Lingyan’s injuries, his face turning deathly pale as he shouted, "Call an ambulance, call the police, arrest this woman!"
Shi Lingyan, barely conscious, looked at the woman standing rigidly, the words almost bitten out, "Let her go."
Yun Du couldn’t believe it, yelling, "Are you crazy, do you really think she’s Tang Wu? Tang Wu is long dead, she’s not Tang Wu! She’s a murderer, she wants to kill you!"
"I said, let her go!"