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With a swift motion, the blade fell, warm blood flowing out, its crimson hue spreading through the air, carrying a breathtakingly tragic beauty.
Beside him, Zhen Niang was already in tears, her cheeks wet with sorrow as the drops fell to the ground.
"This is the poison of the southern border! A life for a life—it's the worst choice!" Zhen Niang cried out, her voice filled with grief and despair. "But now, only someone with profound skills can carry out this method..."
Her body trembled as she clenched her hands tightly together.
Seeing Shen Mozui's resolute expression, she understood that his mind was made up. For Su Xiaonan, he was willing to give everything, even his own life.
Shen Mozui's face was pale, yet he held on and looked at Zhen Niang, speaking in a weak but determined voice. "Zhen Niang, if I... you must take good care of Xiaonan. She has a lively spirit and has lost her family; from now on, it will all depend on you."
Zhen Niang nodded vigorously through her tears, her vision blurred.
The leader of the Emerald Moon Sect came from Miaojiang and was skilled in poisons.
There was a type of poison that could bring a dying person back to life through blood exchange; however, the dead blood that was removed needed another living body to bear it.
"You will live well, my little butterfly. You will break free from your cocoon and be reborn; there will be many tomorrows for you. I just don’t know how long my decades of power can sustain our time together."
Shen Mozui whispered softly, his voice gentle yet filled with strength, as if weaving a beautiful future for Su Xiaonan.
As the time came, the blood exchange ended, and the butterfly-shaped tattoo disappeared.
Su Xiaonan opened her eyes and saw Shen Mozui's seemingly peaceful smile, a smile that seemed to carry endless warmth and contentment.
The sunlight on Zi Wan Peak was as warm as it had been for the past ten years.
A woman, with her hair styled in an elegant bun and dressed in a silk gown, gently held a silk scarf and carefully wiped away the remnants of medicine from the man's lips. She spoke softly, "You've swallowed more medicine today than in recent days. What reward do you want?"
The man in the moon-white long robe did not respond; he simply kept his eyes closed, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, as if expressing boundless happiness and tranquility.
"Then... I'll reward you with a kiss." The woman murmured to herself as she leaned down to kiss the man's smooth forehead. A delicate butterfly-shaped ornament gently swayed in her hair, its tassels hanging low, while scattered sunlight flickered like it was witnessing this beautiful moment.
Suddenly, her cool fingertip was gently grasped by someone. She froze in place, her eyelashes fluttering as tears nearly fell.
Twenty-six years ago, during their first meeting on Zi Wan Peak, he had playfully teased her rosy cheeks with his slender fingers, and she had caught his hand with her small one.
Their fingertips touched, and it turned out that they had already entrusted their lives to each other back then.
At that moment, Shen Mozui's hand that had been holding hers suddenly slipped away, and his body began to lean toward her.
Su Xiaonan panicked and embraced him, unable to believe what was happening. "Old man, what's wrong? Wake up!"
Her voice trembled with tears, echoing in the silent space.
But Shen Mozui no longer responded. He lay quietly in her arms, the smile at the corner of his mouth still intact but unable to answer her calls. The breath of life gradually faded away, leaving Su Xiaonan's heart-wrenching cries lingering on Zi Wan Peak for a long time.
The final notes of the melody gradually came to an end.
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