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The sky over Lebanon seemed to be covered by dark clouds, shrouded in an air of death. No one dared to utter a sound or make any movement at this moment; they could only stare in shock and disbelief at Ye Tianyu far away.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunderous roars as fierce winds howled and rain poured down even harder. Wen Jing's body gradually turned cold.

The young man's hand remained suspended in mid-air. From where he stood to where Wen Jing fell was several dozen meters apart. The stormy night and the strong wind impeded his efforts; no matter how fast Ye Tianyu moved, he could not match Wen Jing’s falling speed. He almost caught her but ultimately watched her fall coldly before him, unable to catch her. From such a height with such gravitational force, and given that she already had gunshot wounds putting her life in grave danger, she was just barely hanging on. She had been seeking death deliberately; her temperament and method of death were equally uncompromising and direct, right there in front of him.

Ye Tianyu utterly broke down...

The hand hovering mid-air slowly clenched into a fist, then suddenly his legs gave out, and he knelt beside Wen Jing's body. The rain drenched his hair and clothes; water ran down from his hair to his eyes and cheeks... Ye Tianyu, who had lived for nearly twenty years, felt true despair for the first time as he helplessly watched the person he loved most end her life in such a tragic manner.

The image of Wen Jing's smiling face replayed vividly in his mind. Ye Tianyu crazily clung to those memories; he almost went mad trying to hold onto something, but all that fell on him was torrential rain cleansing the coldness from his body.

He had always known how stubborn and single-minded Wen Jing was. They both were too proud and inflexible—Yin Yun often reminded them to rein in their temperaments, be more observant and thoughtful, trying to become more calm and peaceful. Being around her for two years, day by day, made him fall deeply in love with her.

One month ago, he jokingly proposed; Wen Jing said she would consider it after graduation. He remembered how cheerful and radiant she looked when smiling then, warming his heart. Although aloof and cold by nature, whenever she was gentle, she could soften even the hardest of hearts. Originally, he planned to propose again on her eighteenth birthday, regardless of whether she accepted or not; they were meant to be together for life.

The ring had already been bought and kept in the first drawer of his desk. He intended to surprise her tonight by confirming their engagement but ended up doing the opposite: instead of proposing, he gave her four bullets that sealed her fate. His lack of trust and coldness drove Wen Jing to a dead end.

She endured torture in the interrogation room, wanting to see him just once and hear what he had to say. He, however, used the most intense interrogation methods on his girl. If only he hadn’t been so extreme, perhaps Wen Jing wouldn’t have chosen such a way to seek revenge, to accuse and prove her innocence.

Fan Yuanyuan and Fang Luo watched from behind them; they suddenly felt very sad. The air was thick with tension that made it hard to breathe. The young man who always stood so straight seemed hunched over in the rain. Ye Tianyu finally bent his proud back, as if confessing, admitting, or apologizing… But no matter how heartbroken or desperate he was, Wen Jing would never return to him.

She had been shot four times by Ye Tianyu and when she emerged from intensive care, she was barely clinging to life. It would take her a year just to recover fully. When falling from more than thirty meters up, she had resolved herself to die.

Hence, she chose the most brutal way of death.

Dying right in front of Ye Tianyu while still alive.

Fang Luo muttered to herself, "If Wen Jing was truly innocent, what then"

No one could answer this question, and no one dared to answer it.

Even if Wen Jing had been a traitor, Ye Tianyu would never be able to truly hate her.

Even if she was indeed a traitor, Ye Tianyu would never forget this woman in his lifetime.

Ye Tianyu didn’t dare touch Wen Jing. She lay quietly in the muddy ground; blood had already stained it red beneath her. Her hair, loose and unbound, floated like black seaweed in the puddles of rainwater.

Falling from such a great height, her limbs were all broken, her body was dislocated, and even her neck bone was fractured. Fortunately, only her head remained intact; otherwise, she would have died...

Wen Jing is the most resolute woman he has ever met. Although she is still young, her resolution surpasses Ye Wei's.

"You will regret this," Wen Jing said.

She kept her word.

He clearly knew how fierce and determined she was. Why didn't he choose another way to interrogate her Ye Tianyu couldn't deceive himself; he did not want Wen Jing to die. He interrogated her so intensely, only wanting to hear from her lips that "I am not a traitor."

He just wanted to confirm that she had never betrayed him.

But Lan died. Someone must pay the price for this. His father and mother would never let Wen Jing off the hook. He wished to protect Wen Jing, to tell his parents it wasn't her, he didn't truly wish for her death.

In the rain, Ye Tianyu knelt there for more than an hour without moving. Fang Luo, Fan Yuanyuan, Zhang Muxing and others dared not disturb him; they had a premonition that whoever disturbed him now would be shot by Ye Tianyu immediately, regardless of who he was.

"Jing... Happy birthday!" Slowly removing his mask, Ye Tianyu realized it has been two years since Wen Jing saw his true appearance. He tossed the mask aside and slowly gathered her shattered body in his arms.

Happy birthday," as if gone mad, Ye Tianyu smiled while singing a French version of "Happy Birthday" to her. Recently, Wen Jing was learning French, he being her teacher. She said she wanted him to sing her a French happy birthday song on her birthday; he had mysteriously replied that there were more important matters for him to attend to then. Now he sang it.

However, Wen Jing could no longer hear him.

He had already fallen into a state of madness. Everyone felt heartache and fear as they watched in the midst of thunderstorms and lightning; Ye Tianyu held the shattered remnants of Wen Jing, kissing while singing songs meant for her today.

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

He muttered to himself, "If you don't speak, I'll take your silence as an agreement."

The night was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, Ye Tianyu's tears overflowed, sorrow flowing like a river.

True men do not shed tears easily; they only weep when their hearts are broken.

Wen Jing was the sole ray of sunshine and miracle in his lifetime.

This one-of-a-kind wonder had vanished from his life.

Henceforth, there would be no more light in his existence.nd see. I believe that Mo Chen and Gu Baby will eventually find their own happiness."Wuduang is content with her current situation and dares not to have any further expectations, so she hopes that eve...