Chapter 154: Love's Sorrow (1)
Yinyin, supported by the ghost demon, staggered towards Zhao Ziheng. She was wearing the ghost demon's black coat, and the blood-stained clothes inside showed what kind of treatment she had suffered not long ago. She looked like she would fall down if the wind blew...
"Yin Yin!!" Shan Zhen exclaimed in a low voice.
Zhou Cheng, who had already picked up Zhou Yan, also reacted at this time, watching Yin Yin walking towards them with difficulty; seeing Yin Yin, Feng Qinghan also showed a happy expression, only Huan Ling's face turned green, staring at Yin Yin with wide eyes, and then looked at Gui Sha. She didn't know when Gui Sha left, and she didn't expect that he would find Yin Yin? However, then a very strange arc appeared at the corner of her lips, and no one noticed it.
Yinyin finally stumbled over with the help of the ghost demon. She didn't look at Zhao Ziheng, as if she ignored him? She walked past him without stopping and sat down beside Zhou Yan...
In the moment when Yin Yin passed by Zhao Ziheng, Zhao Ziheng felt as if the world was dark and everything in his world seemed to have disappeared, leaving him with nothing. He opened his eyes blankly, but his focus was empty and dazed, like a wandering ghost.
"Yan! Look at me!" Yin Yin tremblingly held one of Zhou Yan's hands, his uninjured left hand, and looked at the dying Zhou Yan with a face full of grief.
Zhou Yan opened his eyes tiredly, but it seemed difficult for him, so his eyes blinked lifelessly. When he saw the person in front of him, a ray of light seemed to flash in his distracted eyes, rekindling the fire of life. He raised the hand that Yin Yin was holding with difficulty, trying to soothe the sadness between Yin Yin's brows.
Looking at Zhou Yan's actions that seemed to have exhausted his entire life, Zhou Cheng felt like something was stuck in his throat. Until this moment, he didn't know whether Zhou Yan had woken up, but he had to admit that his feelings for Yin Yin were probably not comparable to hers. When he raised his eyes, he saw Yin Yin holding Zhou Yan's hand again and stroking it gently on her face, her eyes full of tears. He felt envious and a little jealous, but at this moment, he felt that this was the only comfort for Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan's lips were moving slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but as he moved, only bright red liquid continued to flow out of his mouth.
"What do you want to say? I'm listening." Yin Yin saw what Zhou Yan was thinking, so she leaned down and put her ear to Zhou Yan's lips, listening very carefully.
Zhou Cheng didn't hear what Zhou Yan said, but he was sure that Zhou Yan did say something. Then his hand fell from Yin Yin's hand, falling like a kite with a broken string.
"No! Don't, don't die, don't die--" Yin Yin screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice was so heartbreaking that no one could tell. No one knew when she would be able to speak again, and no one would care at this moment, because in her eyes there was only Zhou Yan, whose life had already passed away, but her voice could never be conveyed to that person.
"No! - Ah!!" In addition to sadness, there was more pain. Even Yin Yin herself had never thought about what would happen to her if Zhou Yan really died. Until this moment, she deeply understood that her heart was so painful when Zhou Yan died, so painful that she could hardly breathe. The person who once loved her so much died like this, so suddenly that she could not even imagine.
Who can comfort whom? Zhou Yan is dead. Zhou Cheng hated his brother and wanted to kill him, but he knew they were brothers. How could he bear to watch him die? He knew that Zhao Ziheng's sword was fatal, depriving Zhou Yan of all the possibility of survival. It was so sudden. How could he accept it? The only thing that could comfort him was that at the last moment, Zhou Yan saw the person he wanted to see the most.
Zhou Cheng is a strong man, which is undeniable by anyone. However, even a strong man is just an ordinary person in front of love, and even a strong man cannot avoid the passing of life. No one knows Zhou Yan ’s heart before his death, or even whether his death is really meaningful, but smart people can see that his love for Yin Yin is unquestionable and no one can replace it. It’s not that no one loves more than him, but that everyone chooses to love in different ways.
Silence, nothing but silence! No one spoke, only Yin Yin's crying voice, that voice full of grief could not be calmed for a long time...
Wu Yao was like an outsider, confused about everything. He looked back and forth between Yin Yin and Zhao Ziheng, but couldn't make any sense. He then looked at Wang Ye, as if he wanted him to tell him the answer; however, Wang Ye's gaze stayed on Yin Yin. Perhaps at this moment, he didn't understand Yin Yin's thoughts, but he couldn't find any reason to stop him, so he could only remain silent, which made him ignore the thing that he should not ignore the most.
Feng Qinghan was the same. He felt that no matter how much he could coax Yinyin with his words on weekdays, it seemed ineffective at this moment. He knew that Yinyin couldn't listen to anything now. And regarding Zhou Yan's death, he didn't know what kind of mentality Yinyin had that made the person she cared about the most turn a blind eye in front of her. Did she not love him anymore? Or did she find out that she fell in love with the dead Zhou Yan? No, Feng Qinghan believed that Yinyin still loved Zhao Ziheng, but he was sure that this incident might have caused a great blow to Yinyin; perhaps, Feng Qinghan tried to figure out whether Yinyin was grieving because of Zhou Yan's death, or because Zhao Ziheng was the one who killed Zhou Yan? Or neither? Even Feng Qinghan, when it comes to emotional matters, is just an ordinary person like anyone else. He can't guess what Yinyin feels after Zhou Yan's death.
