Chapter 75 Yan Yu, I'm here! (1/2)

The sound of the bolt locking the courtyard gate was extremely soft.

Ruan Tang only heard a slight sound of wood rubbing together, and then she felt...

The incessant chirping of insects, which had been going on just a moment before, suddenly disappeared.

The sound of the wind was also completely blocked outside the courtyard by an invisible wall.

The air seemed to freeze.

The surroundings were eerily silent. Ruan Tang was puzzled. She couldn't detect any fluctuations in the array patterns. Was this a barrier?

She couldn't even detect any trace of fluctuations in the array.

However, she didn't have time to think it through.

A terrifying force, like a landslide or tsunami, yet carrying an icy chill, pulled her tightly into its embrace.

The force was astonishing, as if it wanted to crush her bones inch by inch and then knead them into his flesh and blood.

Ruan Tang groaned in pain, only to be horrified to discover that the man holding her was completely cold.

The man's body had no human warmth at all; he seemed frozen solid, like an unshakeable statue, standing there coldly and impersonally.

Ruan Tang could clearly feel that he was trembling violently.

The veins on his arms, which were holding her, bulged like twisted earthworms, twitching with each tremor of his body.

He conveyed that deep-seated fear to Ruan Tang with crystal clarity.

This is not anger.

It is fear.

A fear that emanated from the depths of his soul, almost tearing him apart alive.

Ruan Tang ignored her waist, which was being strangled so tightly it felt like it was about to break. Her heart ached as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even her breathing was filled with a sharp pain.

She raised her hand and used all her strength to pull one of her arms out of the man's arms.

Ruan Tang gently stroked his stiff, iron-like back, one stroke at a time.

It's like comforting a trapped beast on the verge of collapse, with nowhere else to turn.

She could clearly feel that the man had isolated himself from everything. Although he held her tightly, it was as if his entire soul had been detached from her.

The man trapped Ruan Tang in front of him, but he himself was trapped in despair.

"Yan Yu..."

She called his name softly, her voice trembling without her even realizing it.

Yan Yu did not respond.

He simply held her tightly, his tall frame slightly arched, burying his head deeply in the crook of her neck.

Like a drowning child desperately grasping at the last bit of warmth from a piece of driftwood, greedy and desperate.

Suddenly, a drop of scalding liquid hit Ruan Tang's neck without warning.

The temperature was so hot that she shuddered violently.

Then, a second drop, a third drop... one after another.

Ruan Tang turned her head slowly, taken aback.

Then, she saw it.

Yan Yu's eyes, which were always filled with her image and as deep as the boundless starry sky, were now blood red and terrifyingly empty.

He stared at her unfocused, but her image was nowhere to be seen. His eyes were bloodshot, devoid of anything but a boundless desolation.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his reddened eyes.

Silently, it traced a line across his tense jaw.

He made no sound, just silently wept, like a statue on the verge of shattering in despair.

Ruan Tang felt as if something had pierced her heart.

The pain was so intense that she almost curled up in agony.

He was afraid she would get hurt...

This shouldn't be his reaction! This isn't a sign of concern at all. What's wrong with him?!

"Yan Yu!"

She raised her voice, a hint of urgency in it.