Elsewhere, Xie Weiyi saw that the person who jumped in front of Sheng Qianxia was Ling Muye and stopped the machine…
But she still saw blood dyeing her eyes red.
"No——"
Why——
Why was Ling Muye there?
Why did he do such a foolish thing for Sheng Qianxia!
"Brother Muye…" Xie Weiyi called out his name, looking at the blood beneath him, she screamed, "Ah! Ah! Ah——!"
That mournful wail pierced through the heavens.
She clutched her hair tightly, her gaze hollow as she muttered incessantly, "No… it can't be… this isn't real… this can't be real!"
Opposite her, Ling Muye lay straight in the sunken trap, his arms still wide open, as if defending everything beautiful that he cherished in his heart, desperately protecting Sheng Qianxia…
His eyes were closed peacefully, his face showing no sign of pain, as if he were simply sleeping quietly.
However, the rapidly spreading rose-colored liquid stained the splendor all around him.
Cruel darkness swept across the entire night sky.
