"No, no... don't!"
An Ning rode on horseback, seeing from afar a bloody and blurred figure, pierced by countless sharp swords, standing proud and solitary under the night sky.
The next moment.
The swords were withdrawn from his body.
Blood scattered to the heavens.
He fell.
He fell heavily to the ground.
He closed his eyes deeply.
"No!"
An Ning frantically jumped off the horse, stumbling, and fell right next to Lin Zichan.
His entire body was covered in blood.
All over his body, it kept flowing from inside him.
"Lin Zi... No, can't die, Xiao Jinxing, don't die..." An Ning's tearful eyes blurred, "Didn't you say you'd never leave me again? Didn't you promise..."
Tears seemed to be falling in a frenzy.
Her hands were trembling.
Trembling, not knowing how to touch him.
With so many wounds, she didn't know where to start healing him.
Her tears fell, one after another, on his bloodstained cheeks.
