pouted unhappily. Listening to his tone, it was as if she had done something wrong. Had his straight man disease flared up again""You dared to touch my woman, will you remove your own hands or shall I...The rain came on suddenly.

The overcast sky gave it away, of course, that rain was coming. But when it suddenly poured down, it still caught me off guard. The raindrops cascaded down the eaves, like a series of continuous fine lines, shrouding the entire house in a hazy world.

Fu Zi Mo held Qin Luo Yan, softly repeating over and over: "It's over, it's over, it's fine, it's fine, I'm here..."

But Qin Luoyan had gone completely mad. No matter what he said, no matter how he persuaded her, she seemed to be trapped in a murderous desire that she couldn't extricate herself from. She still wouldn't let go, just biting desperately.

But, in a trance, her expression had changed from ferocious to fear.

Fu Zi Mo knew, deep down she was a person who respected life. So in her eyes, regardless of gender or social status, everyone was equal. It was this equality that made her firmly believe that one person had no right to deprive another of their life.

But now she not only deprives, but also uses the most cruel way to do so.

So, she was terrified, terrified of the beast within her very bones!

Her fear, it pained him. She had become this way because of him! For his sake, she was willing to let herself fall, transforming from a person into something almost beastly.

He was a man, the esteemed martial king Wu Xuan. Sadly, he had to be protected by the woman he cared about in such a way!

Fu Zi Mo held Qin Luo Yan's hand, tightening it slowly, as if using all his strength. However, the action in his hands was only gentle. He wanted to force her into his very bones, but he was afraid that an extra bit of force would hurt her even slightly.

"Luo Yan! I love you!" Fu Zi Mo choked back tears, unconsciously closing his eyes. Only a glimmer of something like crystal liquid flashed in the corner of his eye.

Love, what a heavy and extravagant word. He once thought his life would have nothing to do with this word, but now, seeing everything this woman has done for him, he actually said the word "love."

Qin Luo'yan seemed to have heard something, and the teeth she had been clenching finally loosened slowly. However, her expression was still somewhat dazed, as if she hadn't heard anything at all.

Seeing her relax, Fu Zimu without hesitation scooped her up and carried her away from Yun Xiaoying's corpse. He carefully placed her on the bed, only to find remnants of flesh in her mouth.

He frowned, reaching into her mouth with his long fingers to dig out the remaining flesh. He then picked up his robe from the floor, tore off a piece and used it to wipe the blood from her lips.

Qin Luoyan was still stunned, as if she hadn't come to her senses. It wasn't until Fu Zimuo poured a glass of water for her and offered it to her that she suddenly flinched back in fear, pointing at Yun Xiaoxue's corpse on the ground and hissing, "I bit her to death!"

"Well, she deserved it!" Fu Zimu pulled her, who was trembling, into his arms.

Qin Luo yan blankly looked up at him, her unfocused eyes gradually becoming clear. When she finally came to her senses and saw the person in front of her clearly, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Fu Zimo! Fu Zimo! How could you let her touch you! How could you!" That scene kept replaying in her mind.

Although Yun Xiao Ying died, the scene was real, and everything that happened between them was true!

Qin Luoyan felt her heart ache with a heavy, throbbing pain. She gripped Fu Zimo's arm and roared with all her might, her nails digging into his flesh, but she didn't feel it at all. Even if she screamed again and again, she couldn't express the anger that burned in her heart!

"How could you let her touch you! You, you're mine..." She roared, then finally burst into sobs. Her cries were pitiful and wretched, but it was this very helplessness that tugged at the heartstrings.

Fu Zi Mo, seeing her like this, his eyes suddenly sank. It was as if in an instant, his eyes no longer held any glimmer of light.

"Falling smoke… don't cry. If you really can't get over this hurdle, just kill me." Fu Zi Mo held her shoulders and slowly let go of his hand, saying these words when he was serious and solemn.

Qin Luoyan stared blankly at him for a long time. Finally, she shook her head and let out a pained roar, pushing him away and running towards the door.

She rushed into the rain, the water blurring her vision. She couldn't see the road ahead, stumbling and falling countless times, yet stubbornly getting up again and again to keep running.

She didn't know how long she had been running, but suddenly she stumbled and fell to the ground, lying face up, staring at the rain in the sky spreading out in a radial pattern. Some raindrops splashed directly into her eyes, making her vision even more blurry.

The world, it turned out, had at some point become nothing but a pale, gray, blurry haze.

"Fu Zi Mo, how am I supposed to continue loving you from now on…" Her soul was meticulous, some things, even if they happened for a reason, once they occurred, it would be like a thorn, forever stuck in her heart, unable to be pulled out, yet impossible to ignore.

That night, she didn't know how she fainted. She only knew that when she woke up, she was lying on the bed in the main courtyard of Wuxuan Wangfu.

She turned her head and saw Xiao Jing lying quietly beside her, as well as the haggard man sitting by the bed.

That was Fu Zimu she had never seen before. The rumored domineering and ruthless King Wu Xuan was always a dazzling existence that people couldn't bear to look at directly. But the man in front of her, with stubble on his chin that hadn't been dealt with, sunken eyes and dull eyes, even his lips seemed dry and cracked. He was only casually wearing a robe, seemingly too rushed to clean up, and there were still traces of dirt on his neck.

"You're awake..." Fu Zimu spoke, his voice hoarse, making everyone who heard him feel uncomfortable.

Qin Luo'yan merely glanced at him indifferently, then turned her head toward the inside. She closed her eyes and did not reply, nor did she look at him again.

“Falling smoke…” Fu Zimo’s voice held a choked tremor he himself hadn’t noticed.

Qin Luoyan was silent, as if she had no intention of speaking. Even Xiaoyujing's babbling exchanges couldn't stir her in the slightest.

Fu Zi Mo sat quietly by the bed, as if he had waited for an age. Many times, he seemed to want to speak, but looking at Qin Luo Yan's desolate back, he finally swallowed his words.

“Since you don’t want to see me, then I’ll go first. You…get some rest.” Fu Zimo’s entire person seemed deflated, as if he had lost weight overnight. He stood up, took one last deep look at Qin Luoyan before turning and leaving.

The house fell silent again. Qin Luoyan turned her head, only to see the closed door and the emptiness that filled the room.

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