Qin Fan’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word landed in Jiang Yino’s heart like a precious pearl. "I care about you. So much that I would make an enemy of the entire world! I’m consud by you. So much that I would slaughter the entire world for you!"
Gone were the tender, sweet monts of the past. His voice, though not deep, carried an unwavering resolve. At this mont, Jiang Yino began to cry again as glistening tears stread uncontrollably from her eyes. What were the most beautiful words of love in the world? Not "I love you until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble," but this kind of powerful, incredibly domineering resolve!
Indeed, Jiang Yino’s feelings for Qin Fan had not yet reached the level of undying love. To claim they had would be self-deception. But even if her feelings were only in a burgeoning phase of affection and dependence, she could no longer resist the impulse surging through her heart after hearing his words. No woman dislikes hearing words of love, especially when they are so powerful and domineering.
Does Qin Fan care about ? Is he truly consud by ?
Jiang Yino didn’t need Qin Fan to say it; she could feel it. Likewise, she knew that soone as powerful as Qin Fan wouldn’t deceive her. After all, with his standing, what kind of woman couldn’t he find? He could beckon those a hundred tis better than her with a flick of his wrist. But he hadn’t. He had chosen her, this inconspicuous blade of grass in a field of a myriad flowers.
"Qin Fan, please don’t... don’t be like this! I’m scared, I’m truly scared!" Jiang Yino sobbed on Qin Fan’s shoulder, her heart softening.
"What are you afraid of?" Qin Fan whispered, closing his eyes and feeling the comforting weight of her in his arms.
"I’m afraid that one day I’ll realize this is all a dream! I’m afraid that when I wake up, everything will be gone! I’m not a strong person. I can’t handle a blow like that!" Tears dripped onto Qin Fan’s shoulder as she choked out the words.
"If this is a dream, then it’s a dream we’ll never wake from!" A heart-wrenching sensation arose in Qin Fan as he began to understand what she ant.
"Qin Fan, please give so ti, okay? Let calm down and really think about our future. This is the best choice for both of us," Jiang Yino said.
Give her ti? Let her calm down and think?
Hearing this, Qin Fan panicked. Yes, he was panicking. He was afraid—afraid that he would lose Jiang Yino. In that instant, his confidence evaporated; gone was the certainty he could win her over.
After all, this is a matter of the heart, not a business transaction! It’s not as simple as a clean kill with a single strike! So what if he could defy the heavens? There were always things beyond his control. What could he do if Jiang Yino truly couldn’t accept his way of life? Give up everything he had now? Abandon the path of Cultivation? Lay down his weapons and adopt a heart of compassion to save all of humanity? Even if he were willing, would this perilous world truly let him wash his hands of it all? Not to ntion, would the masterminds behind those monstrous forces ever bury the hatchet and chat amiably with him? Impossible! He had co too far; he had no other choice! He had to consider not only Jiang Yino, but also his parents and his sister! Most importantly, he still had to find the old man nad Heavenly Dao! Without his master, Heavenly Dao, he would have committed suicide long ago. How could he have the life he has now? A person must never forget their roots or the kindness they’ve been shown!
Countless thoughts tangled chaotically in his mind, and the feeling that his heart was bleeding arose uncontrollably. Jiang Yino didn’t press him for an answer. The two of them simply embraced amid the sideways glances of countless passersby.
A mont later, Qin Fan exhaled heavily. He slowly let go of Jiang Yino, his heart surging with panic.
He feared this release would be forever!
"Alright, Yinuo, I’ll give you ti," Qin Fan finally had no choice but to say. "Just... don’t make wait too long, okay?" As the words left his lips, he clenched his jaw against the relentless heartache.
"Mmm." Jiang Yino nodded lightly, letting her hand slide from Qin Fan’s shoulder. "Once I’ve thought it through, it will be a decision for a lifeti. Qin Fan, I’m leaving! Don’t see off... please don’t!" she told him, her eyes brimming with tears.
Amidst heart-wrenching tornt, Jiang Yino slowly averted her gaze. Her graceful figure, watched by Qin Fan’s yearning eyes, dragged its weary steps farther and farther away until she was gone.
For a long ti, he could not pull his gaze back. Only after Jiang Yino’s figure had completely vanished did the motionless Qin Fan subconsciously reach into his pocket. He wanted to pull out a cigarette. He wanted to numb his nerves with nicotine. But his pocket was empty. Only then did he rember that he had quit smoking long ago because Jiang Yino didn’t like it.
"Cruel heavens, are you fucking with ?" Tilting his head back slightly, Qin Fan stared into the bright sky. His Eyes of Golden Fla felt no discomfort from the sunlight as he asked the sarcastic question.
There was no response.
He exhaled heavily, feeling as if much of his strength had drained away in that instant. Be it a Mortal or an Immortal, as long as one possesses the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, they can never truly let matters of the heart run their natural course. No matter how decisive he was in killing, when it ca to love, he could not escape his own vulnerability.
Lifting his foot, he chose a different direction from the one Jiang Yino had taken. As if without a destination, Qin Fan began to wander aimlessly.
「Jinling Suburbs」
In a basent, an underground fight club was in full swing. The excited and angry shouts of the nouveau riche blended together. Here, the most blatant and ugliest side of humanity was on full display.
On the fighting stage, a young man with Southeast Asian features was already covered in wounds, his face a bloody, unrecognizable ss. His head drooped as his exhausted body, at the end of its strength, swayed uncertainly. Opposite him, a dark-skinned man, his skin glistening with sweat, watched with a mocking sneer. They were opponents, mortal enemies in a life-or-death struggle. However, the outco was already clear.
"Black Devil! Kill him, kill him! He’s done for! Beat the life out of him! Go! Go!"
"You fucking Thai! Didn’t they say you had an eighteen-win streak? You call this an eighteen-win streak, and you can’t even last three rounds?! Fuck you! I bet three hundred thousand on you!"
Wads of US Dollars, RMB, and entire checkbooks were waved amidst the bloody brutality as these thrill-seeking nouveau riche indulged the dark side of their hearts. They ca here to bet, but more than that, they ca to witness blood-soaked, life-or-death duels. Soone died in every fight. The dead were dragged out and fed to the dogs, while the living collected the substantial prize money. This was true gladiatorial combat, a gamble with one’s very life.
It was hard to imagine that a place so dark, plumbing the very depths of human nature, could exist in Jinling.
Listening to the roars of the nouveau riche and watching the life-or-death struggle in the ring below, a young man sat in a luxurious private box. He expressionlessly swirled the red wine in his glass before taking a slow sip, clearly long accustod to such scenes.
"Young Master Bo, the person has arrived," soone said respectfully, pushing open the door to the box and addressing the young man’s back.
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