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Fei Mo could no longer hold back, laughing uncontrollably. He reached out and patted Wen Nuan's head, just like patting a puppy, "Good boy, stop talking, you almost made me die of laughter." 。This s...The Lebanese sky, as if shrouded by dark clouds, was enveloped in the breath of death. No one dared to utter a sound, nor make any move at this time. They could only stare in stunned shock at Ye Tianyu in the distance.

A bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. A furious wind whipped up, and the rain came down even harder. Wen Jing's body slowly grew cold.

The boy's hand was still halfway in the air. From where he stood to where Wen Jing fell, there were dozens of meters. The wind and rain on this stormy night obstructed his steps. Even if Ye Tianyu was fast, he couldn't compare to Wen Jing's falling speed. He almost caught her, but ultimately could only watch as she plummeted coldly before his eyes. He couldn't catch Wen Jing. From such a height, with such immense gravity, Wen Jing already had a gunshot wound, hanging on by a thread. She was already down to her last breath. She deliberately chose death. Her temper and her way of dying were the same: harsh and direct. It happened right before his very eyes.

Yè Tiān Yǔ completely collapsed……

The hand hanging in mid-air slowly clenched into a fist, then suddenly his legs gave way, and he knelt beside the still body. Rain drenched his hair, his clothes, and it trickled down from his hair to his eyes, cheeks... Ye Tianyu had lived for almost twenty years, and for the first time, he felt what true despair was. He watched with his own eyes as the person he loved most ended his life in such a tragic way before him.

The tranquil features and laughter played repeatedly in his mind. Ye Tianyu craved those images desperately, he almost went mad trying to grasp something, yet only the torrential rain relentlessly washed over his icy body.

He always knew her gentle temperament. They actually wanted to be together, but he was too proud and stubborn, too rigid to bend. This phrase, "too rigid to bend," Ye Ningyuan often said, always reminding him to restrain his anger and look more, think more, trying to make himself more peaceful. After two years of living together day and night, their feelings had deepened.

A month ago, he jokingly proposed, Wenjing said that she would consider it after graduation. He remembered that she was smiling so brightly and happily at the time, her radiant smile warmed his heart. Wenjing is cold and aloof, rebellious, but when she's gentle, she softens his hardened heart. He originally planned to propose again on her 18th birthday, whether she accepted or not, they would be together forever, their lives could never be separated.

He had bought the ring and hidden it in the top drawer of his desk. He planned to surprise her tonight, solidify their commitment, but instead of proposing, he gave her four bullets—a cruel symbol of his distrust. His coldness pushed Wenjing to her breaking point.

She was tortured in the interrogation room, just wanting to see him and hear what he had to say. But he subjected his own girl to the most intense interrogation methods. If he hadn't been so extreme, perhaps Wenjing wouldn't have chosen this way to seek revenge, accusation, and proof.

Fan Yuanyuan and Fang Luo watched from behind, suddenly feeling a deep sadness. The air was thick with an suffocating tension. The boy who had always stood so straight seemed to stoop in the rain. Ye Tianyu finally bent his proud back, the posture seemed like remorse, admitting fault, or even making amends... But no matter how heartbroken he was, no matter how desperate he felt, Wen Jing would never return to him.

She was shot four times by Ye Tianyu, and when she came out of the intensive care unit, she was barely alive. It would take a year for her to fully recover. She jumped from a height of over thirty meters, with the determination to die.

So she chose the most brutal way to die.

Died right in front of Ye Tianyu.

Fang Luo murmured to herself, "If Wen Jing is really wronged, what should we do"

No one can answer this question, and no one dares to answer it.

Even if Wen Jing was truly a traitor, Ye Tianyu couldn't possibly truly hate her.

Even if Wen Jing really was a traitor, Ye Tianyu would never forget this woman for the rest of his life, he would never forget her.

Ye Tianyu didn't dare to touch Wen Jing. She lay quietly in the uneven soil, her body already a crimson stain. Her hair had loosened, scattered in the rain, floating like black seaweed in the muddy puddle.

From that height, she broke all her limbs, her body was shattered, even her neck was broken. It's a miracle perhaps, that only her head remained intact. She died...

Wenjing was the most resolute woman he had ever met. Despite her young age, her determination surpassed even Ye Wei's.

Wenjing said, you will regret it.

She walks the walk.

He knew she was so fierce, why didn't he find another way to interrogate her Ye Tianyu couldn't deceive himself, he didn't want Wen Jing to die. His extreme interrogation was just to hear from Wen Jing's mouth, "I am not a traitor."

I'm not a traitor, he just wanted to make sure she hadn't betrayed him.

Ke Ran is dead, someone will definitely pay the price. His father and mother won't let Wen Jing go. He wants to protect Wen Jing, he wants to tell his father and mother that it wasn't really Wen Jing, he didn't truly want Wen Jing dead.

Ye Tianyu knelt in the rain for a whole hour, without moving. Fang Luo, Fan Yuan Yuan, Zhang Mu Xing and others dared not disturb him. They had a premonition that whoever dared to disturb him at this moment, Ye Tianyu would turn around and shoot you, regardless of who you were.

“A-Jing……Happy birthday!” Ye Tianyu slowly took off his mask. In two years, he had never let Wen Jing see his true face. He tossed the mask aside and slowly held Wen Jing’s shattered body in his arms.

"Happy birthday." Ye Tianyu sang a French-like happy birthday song, smiling wildly as if possessed. Wen Jing was recently learning French and he was her teacher. She said that on her birthday, she wanted him to sing a French birthday song for her. Ye Tianyu mysteriously said, "I have something more important to do that day," and now he was singing.

However, Wenjing could no longer hear.

He had already fallen into madness, everyone watched with heartache, but also fear. In the midst of lightning and thunder, Ye Tianyu hugged the broken Wen Jing, kissing her while singing a song that belonged to Wen Jing today.

He took out the ring, trembling as he slipped it onto Jing's finger. "Jing, marry me."

He muttered to himself, "If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes."

Night, so quiet it was terrifying.

Ye Tianyu's tears suddenly burst forth, sorrow spreading like a river.

A man may have tears, but he doesn't shed them easily; he only does so when he reaches a point of deep sorrow.

Wenjing was the only sunshine, the only miracle in his life.

The only miracle in his life disappeared.

Life will have no more sunshine.

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