An Ning let out a cold, cold laugh.

Her mouth was full of bloody froth.

In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to kill Fu Xingyi.

She couldn’t do it, and with one sword she pierced through Xiao Jinxing’s body instead.

Fu Xingyi was also terrified by the An Ning in front of him.

Once again.

He chose to protect himself.

Only at the most critical moment does a person’s true nature show.

His whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

His eyes were red, his face twisted and feral.

He felt ashamed of what he had done, but he still chose, to save himself.

Again and again, in distrust, he chose to protect himself.

An Ning fell.

She fell heavily at Lin Zichan’s side.

Everything was over.

She was never supposed to exist in this place.

Everything here suddenly felt as if it had all become a dream.

Just a dream she had at the edge of death.

The dream shattered.

And that was the end.

An Ning closed her eyes.

The whole world, went dark.

Fu Xingyi just watched An Ning, fall.

Fall, beside Lin Zichan.

He cried.

Suddenly, he cried with mad, hopeless grief.

How could it be like this?!

How could everything end up like this?!

He had come only wanting to be reunited with An Ning.

Not to have her leave him completely.

Not to watch her die in front of him.

His steps were a mess, staggering as he walked toward An Ning one step at a time.

Looking at her deathly pale face, at eyes that would never open again.

Fu Xingyi was covered in blood as well.

His wounds were torn open, blood gushing out.

And yet he seemed unable to feel any of it.

He stood in front of An Ning, then dropped heavily to his knees before her.

The guards around them all didn’t dare approach; they could only look on respectfully at the brutal scene before their eyes.

Fu Xingyi’s tears.

Big fat drops fell onto An Ning’s body.

The immense grief drove him to the brink of collapse.

He had thought.

He had thought that if he came, he and An Ning could rekindle what they once had, that they could go back to the very beginning, that his killing Lin Zichan was all so they could be together forever...

Was he wrong?!

Wrong and selfish to seize everything that belonged to someone else.

So sure of himself, thinking An Ning would never change, that the one An Ning loved most would only ever be him.

Only now did he understand.

Once you lose something, it’s really gone.

Once you miss your chance at love, it’s truly missed.

Spilt water... can’t be gathered back!

Fu Xingyi cried and cried, then suddenly started laughing.

Forget it, forget it!

Since everything started because of him.

Then let it end with him.

He had stolen everything that belonged to them; he would give it back.

Everything, really was just one long dream!

Fu Xingyi slowly pulled out the sword An Ning had used to cut her own throat from her body.

The sword was covered in her blood.

Fu Xingyi just stared at it, his eyes rimmed red.

From now on.

An Ning would truly, never be his again...

Fu Xingyi drove the sword straight through his own heart.

"Your Majesty!"

The guards were completely caught off guard.

Fu Xingyi had already chosen to take his own life.

In his grief-stricken eyes, there lingered attachment and unwillingness to part...

...

A white laboratory.

Inside an experimental pod, a man’s eyelids twitched.

That tiny movement instantly triggered the lab’s alarm.

A professor in a white coat, wearing reading glasses, hurried over.

The hatch of the pod opened automatically.

"Xingyi?" the professor called his name.

Fu Xingyi opened his eyes.

He looked at the familiar surroundings before him.

He moved, trying to sit up.

"Don’t move yet." The professor stopped him.

Fu Xingyi nodded slightly.

Slowly, he forced himself to calm down.

"Back so soon?" the professor asked.

"Mm." Fu Xingyi answered.

Right now it felt as if his mind was still filled with everything he had just gone through...

"How was it?" Seeing that Fu Xingyi was fully awake, the professor asked again, "Is little Ning doing okay over there?!"

"She’s doing pretty well." Fu Xingyi smiled.

The bleak smile on his face gradually turned into one of release.

"Then I’ll go inform little Ning’s parents," the professor said. "Wait until your body’s recovered before you come out, don’t try to tough it out."

"Okay."

The professor left.

Fu Xingyi just lay there in silence for a long time.

After a long, long while, he finally got up.

His body still stiff, he made his way to the lab’s computer.

He opened a document on the computer.

The document was densely packed with words; everywhere you looked you could see names like "An Ning" and "Xiao Jinxing"...

He quickly scrolled the document all the way to the bottom.

Then he selected all of the extra stories.

Fu Xingyi stared at the extra stories where his own name kept appearing again and again...

He pressed the delete key, then saved the document, and finally had the document permanently sealed.