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

But no one responded to him; the man's eyes were empty and desolate as he stared at her without any reaction.

Tears streamed down the girl's face uncontrollably. Ruan Tang struggled to pull her other hand away, wrapped her arms around the man's head, and carefully tightened her grip, calling out, "Yan Yu, brother, Brother Yu..."

Her cries, filled with heartache and helplessness, were like a thunderclap, finally shattering the fog of blood in the man's mind.

Yan Yu was jolted violently. His unfocused and empty eyes finally regained a glimmer of light, and with difficulty and sluggishness, her figure appeared inch by inch.

Before the man could even see who was in front of him, the long legs that had been supporting him, standing straight as a pine tree, could no longer bear the weight of his soul.

With a "plop".

He held her in his arms and knelt straight down on the hard bluestone slab.

The man lowered his head, his blood-red eyes, blurred by tears, greedily and desperately tracing the outline of the girl in his arms again and again.

It was as if he wanted to carve her image into his very bones with blood and tears.

Ruan Tang trembled slightly, unable to suppress it.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging bitterness in her heart, and cupped Yan Yu's tear-streaked face in her hands.

Her movements were solemn and careful, her voice earnest and hoarse, carrying a firm tone.

"Yan Yu, look me in the eyes."

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly as tears wet his eyes. His unfocused gaze, with difficulty, little by little, finally converged in her red, tearful almond-shaped eyes.

“What you’re afraid of,” Ruan Tang cupped his face and said clearly, word by word, “is never that wild boar, nor those wolves.”

She looked at the earth-shattering pain churning deep in his pupils, and her heart ached beyond measure.

"What you're afraid of is that I'll get hurt, I'll die, I'll leave you..."

She paused, then said softly and affirmatively, "Is that right?"

These two words, like a key, precisely unlocked the bloody cage deep within his heart.

Yan Yu's body trembled violently at her words, and his unfocused eyes finally began to refocus.

His gaze slowly moved from her wrist, which was red from being bound, to her eyes, where he saw the deep tenderness and love, but not a trace of fear or disgust.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He opened his mouth, but only one word escaped from his dry, hoarse throat.

"Blood."

The sound was broken, as if it had been rubbed by countless sandpapers, both light and hoarse.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with an almost overflowing despair.

In his world, in that apocalyptic world he had experienced, a world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the red was so glaring, the stench of blood so intense…

That means loss.

It means she was torn to pieces.

It means that everything we've been protecting has vanished.

It means... goodbye forever.

"That's pig's blood, not mine."

Ruan Tang immediately clarified, her voice quick and urgent.

She cupped the man's face in her hands, pressed her entire body against his, and pressed her soft, warm lips, with an irresistible tenderness, onto his cold lips.

She didn't go deeper, she just kept kissing.

one time.

Another one.

With my warm breath and soft touch, I offered solace, tenderness, and a forceful determination that wouldn't allow him to succumb any further.

"Yan Yu, I'm fine."

"Look, I'm perfectly fine."

Her lips parted slightly, and her forehead pressed against his, forcing him to look at her.

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