She swallowed hard, taking one deep breath after another, letting the panic-stricken beating of her heart slowly calm and stabilize...
You can do this, Song Lili.
Because he is Wen Nian, you must have absolute confidence, a hundred percent chance of success...
"I’ll count to three, throw down your guns, and then move a hundred ters away!"
Qing Luo commanded coldly.
Through the sniper’s sights, Song Lili’s gaze remained tightly on Wen Nian and Qing Luo, her eyes suddenly narrowing...
She saw Wen Nian’s lips moving.
He was talking to her; he knew she could see it!
But... even if she could see, could she understand?
Song Lili pursed her lips; could he have known all along that she was deaf in one ear?
Back then, fearing she might one day beco completely deaf and technology wouldn’t save her, she learned to lip-read out of fear.
Wen Nian... he...
In truth, it was normal for him to know; they were so close together that even if she didn’t ntion it and he hadn’t asked, it didn’t an he was unaware.
She understood his lip movents—astonishingly in sync with her own thoughts.
It was ti to take the gamble!
She didn’t want to submit to Qing Luo’s threats, didn’t want to run, and didn’t want soone else to control the fate of the person she loved the most.
Even if it ant death, it could only be at her hands!
Song Lili took another deep breath...
The sky gradually darkened, another day coming to a close...
"One!"
"..."
Qing Luo’s voice pierced the air, entering her ears!
Her index finger, resting on the trigger, once again stretched and then curled, steadily squeezing the trigger.
Her eyes didn’t blink; everything around her went silent. She could only hear the sound of the evening wind, her own heartbeat, and thirty ters away, the sound of her beloved’s lips parting...
He said, "Two, take action."
He said, "My life is in your hands, personal guard... Song Lili."
"E... r!"
Wen Nian exerted force in his thighs, suddenly squatting down regardless of his hand locked by Qing Luo.
This sudden and risky move indeed caught Qing Luo off-guard.
Qing Luo’s reaction was fast, but not faster than a bullet fired from the chamber!
Instinctively, under Wen Nian’s abrupt evasion, Qing Luo too realized their intent!
So, he didn’t persist in capturing Wen Nian.
And Song Lili’s marksmanship... Qing Luo had never forgotten it.
After Wen Nian quickly squatted down, the bullet rushed above his head!
"Bang"!
Song Lili narrowed her eyes; she had hit the target.
In just that brief mont, less than two seconds, Qing Luo’s body leaned backward and then fell!
Wen Nian, bracing against the ground, turned around, standing at the edge of the cliff.
Below was a river, not a hundred ters, but still seventy to eighty ters high, and ahead, a real hundred-ter waterfall!
If Lili’s shot hit Qing Luo in the head, he was certain to die, and even if it wasn’t the head, falling from here ant no chance of survival.
Song Yangling stood aside, stunned.
In a hostage situation, the sniper was key to the rescue, but seeing cooperation like that of the President and the Captain was unprecedented for Song Yangling.
Mr. President was decisive, and the Captain was equally so.
Song Lili climbed down from the tree and placed her sniper rifle on the ground,
"Xiao Lingzi."
She called out to Song Yangling, who hurried over,
"Captain, are you alright?"
"...I’m fine."
Song Lili responded indifferently, "Put away the equipnt."
"Okay."
Song Yangling complied, and Song Lili walked towards Wen Nian, step by slow, determined step, walking up behind him,
"Ah Nian..."
She called out to him.
Wen Nian turned around, and before he could say anything, Song Lili stood on her toes and firmly kissed him with her hands cupping his face!
She locked onto his lips, feeling his cool lips slowly becoming warm and moist!
Song Lili closed her eyes, kissing him eagerly and passionately. Wen Nian was taken aback for a mont, his amber-colored pupils focusing on her face, nearby and covered with sweat...
At such a close range, he saw her eyelashes quivering slightly.
The hands cradling his face were ice cold...
The body leaning in was trembling lightly...
A smile appeared in Wen Nian’s eyes.
He wrapped his arms around her, slightly bowing his head to deepen the kiss.
After an uncertain amount of ti, Song Lili slowly let go of his neck, her arms drooping, feeling the numbness from the previous tension now turning to pain that made lifting them difficult.
Their eyes t, and Song Lili had so much to say in her heart, yet in the end, she said not a word.
Saying too much would be pretentious; actions spoke more directly.
Kissing him, with a punishing, possessive intent.
"Wen Nian."
"Hmm?"
"Rember how stubborn you were today."
"..." Wen Nian raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with Song Lili’s slightly stern expression—was she... angry?
"Ali..."
"After we get ho, kneel and scrub the washboard!"
Song Lili said angrily and then turned around to walk back.
Wen Nian stood there in a daze, then smiled after a long while and hurried to follow, "Does kneeling and scrubbing the washboard count as dostic abuse?"
Song Lili snorted and didn’t respond to him, but the corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly in a tender curve.
Both her shoulders must have been swollen by now, and Wen Nian had sustained two injuries, but neither was serious.
Zhongli Wuzhi and Lu Xiaoer had been waiting for them on the spot.
They had heard gunshots not far away several tis, which made them both worried and panicked.
Fortunately, after suffering from the terror and nastiness of the Arican rebel army, Zhongli Wuzhi had learned his lesson.
He gave up maintaining his useless male pride and didn’t add to the chaos.
On the battlefield, this ability... he couldn’t even protect Lu Xiaoer, all he could do was to ensure that Lu Xiaoer didn’t die before him.
"They’re coming!"
Lu Xiaoer, with sharp eyes, exclaid!
Song Lili, Wen Nian, and Song Yangling were striding towards them... Song Lili and Wen Nian looked particularly disheveled, as if they had won a hard battle!
Lu Xiaoer hurried over.
"Ali!"
"Pack up our things, we’re leaving."
Song Lili told Xiaoer.
Zhongli Wuzhi approached Wen Nian,
"Are you okay?"
"Quite good. The person who claid to be the leader of the rebel army was killed by Ali."
"..."
Hearing this, Zhongli Wuzhi’s face turned pale to more than one degree! His gaze towards Song Lili was tinged with a newfound reverence.
"But this ans... the situation has gotten more complicated."
Wen Nian said calmly.
"So, what do we do next?"
Zhongli Wuzhi asked.
"Wait."
Wen Nian uttered a single word.
"Wait for Cong Han to complete his mission, wait for the governnt army to appear in the Chuihai Mountain Range District."
...
Qing Luo hadn’t expected... that his end would co amidst the mountains surrounding Chuihai.
Initially, he had marked this place as a military base for the Cross Army because it was suitably hidden and the terrain perilous.
Now it had beco his burial site.
Plumting freely, it was only a few seconds, and Qing Luo’s pair of aqua-blue eyes were wide open from start to finish...
He saw the red afterglow of the sunset on the horizon, saw the dark blue sky in front of him, like a vast curtain.
Sohow, truly facing death, he accepted it calmly.
He was twenty-four years old.
A twenty-four-year life might seem much shorter than that of ordinary people, might provoke many to sigh in secret.
But for this young man with silver-white naturally curly hair and clear aqua-blue eyes, it had been long enough.
His life seed to be filled only with mories of pain.
"Master Qing Luo, this is what your mother asked to give you on your fifth birthday, the words she wanted to say to you."
"Mom? Can I... hear Mom’s voice?"
"Yes, Master Qing Luo, just wait, here, press this, and you can listen."
In the quiet room, he sat on the edge of the bed, silver hair ssily piled on his head, the curls looking rather cute.
His chubby hand pressed the play button on the tablet, wearing headphones, eager to listen more closely to his mother’s voice...
The voice of his mother, who had died after giving birth to him.
"Qing Luo, Qing Luo... I am your mother, I wonder with what feelings you’re listening to this recording, a prince of the royal palace, life must be carefree, right?"
"If you’re listening with excitent or anticipation, then you’re probably going to be disappointed."
"Lil Qing Luo, I never... wanted to give birth to you, every minute of the ten months you were in my belly was imnse pain and despair for ! Every ti I thought of your bloodline from that man, I wanted to strangle you."
"If soone tells you that I loved you very much, they’re deceiving you. Your mother was raped by your father, and thus you were born, a disgrace that should not exist in this world."
"Qing Luo, just die. Death is easier than living. Heh heh heh..."
...
"A person’s fate is set from birth, what Sixth Prince, you’re just a bastard! Your mom is a bewitching fairy!"
"Look at his ssy white hair, filthy, truly disgraceful! Bring scissors, I want to shave him into a bald egg!"
"Burn him with a cigarette butt! Quick, burn him! Hahaha!"
"Qing Luo, you better not go to the state banquet; stay in your courtyard and read a book, okay?"
"Why are you trying so hard? For Father to see?"
"Do you think the King will pass the throne to you? Hesitate... You don’t really believe the King would pass the throne to a bastard like you, do you? Hahaha!"
"This Sixth Prince looks frail, but indeed quite beautiful. Rumors say his mother was a great beauty, and it seems to be true."
"For a woman to look like this is one thing, but for a man... it’s fatal, I suddenly want to taste what a man tastes like... Hahaha! Hahaha..."
"They bet with , just by being a little nice to you, you would think of as everything..."
"I did lie to you, so what?"
Go to die, all of you, just die!
...
Qing Luo closed his eyes.
"Qing Luo! Do you want to team up with ?"
Unexpectedly, the last sentence he could think of before his death was what Song Lili had said when she reached out her hand to him during the officers’ training school selection... So strange.
What a pitiful life.
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