Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âIf I cannot be your blazing sun, Iâll be the tree that towers over you that shields you from the wind and rain.â Fu Tingyu said. âBabe, youâre not allowed to die, youâre not allowed to... Do you hear me?â
Qin Shu, whose entire body had previously felt icy-cold, was suddenly thrust into his warm embrace. Her dissipated consciousness was pulled together again by this heart-wrenching low roar.
As her tears-stained eyelashes trembled and slowly fluttered open, the first thing that filled her vision was the sight of Fu Tingyuâs immensely attractive face, his bloodshot eyes, and his tears.
Qin Shu was startled, as this was the first time she had seen him cry.
In the next moment, the bedroom was suddenly ignited with raging flames as thick pungent smoke filled the bathroom.
âFu Tingyu, you should hurry and leave...â Qin Shu started coughing from the smoke inhalation the instant she opened her mouth. She knew she was not going to make it out alive, and she could not make Fu Tingyu lose his life along with hers.
âBabe, donât be afraid. As long as Iâm around, I wonât let anything happen to you. Iâll take you with me, weâll get out of here.â After soaking a bath towel, Fu Tingyu wrapped it around her frail body to prevent her from sustaining any burn injuries.
âFu Tingyu, you should get out of here on your own. Itâs not worth it if you lose your life because of me.â These words used all of Qin Shuâs energy to exclaim, and yet they were feeble and her voice trembled as she said them.
Fu Tingyu turned a deaf ear to those words, his deep eyes were tinged with a dark red. The only thought in his head was that his love could not succumb to death no matter what.
âDonât try to run away from me. Be in this life, or my next, youâre meant to be my wife.â Fu Tingyuâs domineering vow was filled with desire. His arms tightened around Qin Shu as he comforted her with his embrace. âBabe, donât be afraid. Iâll get you out of here really soon.â
He then rushed out of the room by making large strides.
Outside, the flames were licking the sky. Thick, acrid smoke pervaded the surroundings of the villa.
Suddenly, at this moment, a loud bang resonated.
Fu Tingyu protected Qin Shu in his arms as the crystal chandelier overhead collapsed and crashed heavily onto his back, causing him to stagger a couple of steps.
Fresh blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, tainting his lips.
At the same time, this sight made Qin Shuâs eyes hurt. Her pale lips trembled, but she found herself unable to utter a word as tears streamed down her face.
âFu... Fu Tingyu, whatâs happening to you?â she asked.
Fu Tingyu gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating, stabbing pain in his back. The veins on his forehead were bulging but his arms around her did not ease one bit, growing firmer instead as they exited the villa.
Fu Tingyu could no longer withstand the pain and fell to the ground. His arms remained in a deadlock around the woman in his embrace, shielding her from harm.
His slender fingers caressed her pale face as he spoke in a voice brimming with an overwhelming amount of love. âBabe, being able to marry you was the happiest moment of my life...â
At the end of his sentence, he spat out another mouthful of bright red blood, flowing down the corners of his lips.
Qin Shu finally regained her voice as she placed her trembling hands against his incessantly bleeding lips. In a shaky voice, she muttered, âFu Tingyu, how are you? Please donât scare me, okay?â
Fu Tingyuâs lips were stained bright with blood and spoke with the last of his energy. âBabe, youâll always be my wife, whether in this life or the next. I canât bear to let go of you, not in the least bit. Whoâs going to protect you if someone bullies you? I canât bear leaving you...â
His shoulders suddenly slumped. Qin Shuâs mind went blank momentarily, her heart aching so badly it became impossible to breathe.
She pressed her pale face against his cold, handsome face. Tears streamed down her face silently as she replied, âFu Tingyu, donât worry about me getting bullied by anyone. Iâll keep you company...â
...
Qin Shu opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of a very familiar stained-glass ceiling light, leaving her in a daze.
She wondered if this was Bright Garden, and the bedroom that she lived in? Why was she here?
She remembered dying from excessive blood loss after Qin Ya slit her wrists...
Qin Shu raised her hands, seeing that her fair and slender wrists were smooth without any scars.
Did the wounds disappear?
Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.
After hearing movement, Qin Shu turned her head and caught sight of Fu Tingyuâs slender figure walking in.
His eyes were deep and dark as though there was a beast hibernating in the darkness within, waiting to be unleashed any moment.
Qin Shu did not know if it was because she was overcome by emotions, but she was temporarily stunned. All she could do was stare dazedly at the insanely attractive man standing before her.
Fu Tingyu walked to the bed, his dark and mysterious eyes were on her. He pursed his lips, asking, âFor him, youâre going on a hunger strike? Do you think Iâll let you leave just because youâre doing this? Donât even think about it.â
Qin Shu froze. A hunger strike?
She suddenly recalled Qin Ya telling her to go on hunger strikes frequently because Fu Tingyu would let her go the moment his heart softened.
Yet, behind her back, Qin Ya informed Fu Tingyu that this hunger strike was being done for Shen Yaohui to coerce Fu Tingyu.
Fu Tingyuâs sudden return was due to Qin Yaâs text message as well.
Fu Tingyu pinched her chin with his slender fingers. His masculine scent overwhelmed her, making her heart skip a beat.
The man had defined edges, a tall nose bridge, sharp eyebrows, and the outer corners of his eyes were long and narrow. His eyes were dark and mysterious, and one glance too many could cause anyone to fall right into them.
This was Qin Shuâs first time examining Fu Tingyu from so close-up. She was momentarily stunned.
âBabe, donât think about leaving me anymore. Do you hear me? In life, you are a person who belongs to me. And even in death, you are a ghost that belongs to me.â