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Ling Heng hurried to check on Ruan Yu, seeing the fresh blood streaming from him dyeing his military uniform red. The Browning Pistol fell to the side, and the medals on his chest were embroidered with circles of confusion. He collapsed to the ground, yet he did not forget to protect Ling Heng. The vitality that scattered seemed unable to coalesce; he had only a final flicker of consciousness left, as if his entire body was flowing through a gentle stream, seeping into his knees, passing over his breath, burying the last remnants of life.
"Uncle Ruan! Don't close your eyes! I'll go call for help!" Ling Heng anxiously pinched Ruan Yu's acupoint, shouting loudly, "Someone come! Help!"
This shout suddenly jolted Ruan Yu awake; the darkness in his mind slowly dissipated. The pupils in his narrow eyes could not converge, but his heart was as clear and bright as fire.
He seemed to see the small village where they had lived together, and he saw her. He remembered her water-like calm eyes, so clear and unfathomable. He remembered the smile that lightly lifted her rose-colored lips, the lingering fragrance, and the dreamy look in her eyes.
He had often fantasized about how he would die but never imagined he would leave this way one day.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of self-mockery. His death was sudden, yet it was also regrettable.
If he had not protected Ling Heng, what would Cheng Mosu have done? He could not bear to see her watery eyes ripple with emotion or witness the fear on her crystal-clear face.
He smiled lightly, retracting the sharpness he had shown throughout his life. His narrow eyes suddenly became clear, as pure white petals danced in the air and landed on his lips, like someone’s kiss—pure, beautiful, and serene. He looked at Ling Heng's tear-streaked face and smiled freely, his voice resolute and filling the air, "Hey, kid, men don't shed tears easily; you're not a girl. Why are you crying?"
Seeing that he could still speak, Ling Heng immediately stopped crying and stared at him in a daze.
He raised the corners of his mouth again, no longer showing any trace of menace. His voice was slightly hoarse but deep. Ling Heng leaned closer to hear clearly: "Dew touches fragrant grass; the setting sun leads to distant villages. A few sounds of fading horns rise at the gate. Disturbing crows flutter about in the twilight. The sky is high and the city far away; the fragrance lingers on embroidered quilts. How can one express this feeling in their heart when everyone stands apart?"
He slowly closed his eyes; this silence constituted a long farewell, leaving sorrow behind in this world. He did not miss yesterday, did not cherish today, nor did he yearn for tomorrow. In this long life, only the silent years spent with her made him nostalgic.
He galloped across battlefields and killed mercilessly but unexpectedly encountered that gentle scene that suddenly dispersed all around him. He loved watching her small dimples emerge with laughter and enjoyed listening to her heartstrings resonate. He cherished the trajectory of her fluctuating emotions and loved seeing her concerned yet flustered demeanor.
Now that he is leaving, she will hold onto the hard-earned happiness, but who will soothe his expectations, and who will silently hope for his life?
A series of urgent footsteps rushed over. Zhang's Deputy looked at Ruan Yu lying on the ground and at Ling Heng, who was crying uncontrollably beside him. His heart tightened severely. After a moment, he said, "What are you all standing there for? Call the Doctor!"
"Yes!"
Zhang's Deputy glanced at Xia Yixiang lying on the other side, reached out to check her breath, and found no signs of life. He frowned slightly and sighed. A cold voice sounded behind him, overshadowing the lingering echoes of Sunset, coldly observing this incomprehensible scene before him.
Ling Heng raised his head and saw the unprecedented sharpness in his Father's eyes. He couldn't help but lower his head, his voice tinged with tears, "Dad, I'm sorry. It's my fault. If I hadn't insisted on coming, I wouldn't have been caught by that crazy woman Xia Yixiang, and Uncle Ruan wouldn't have been harmed while trying to save me..."
Shangguan Shaoyi furrowed his brows tightly, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over him, deep into his bones. His cold Eyes shifted violently, becoming as hot as flames. Ling Heng was frightened by this and seemed to hear the sound of his teeth chattering in the silent air.
Several Doctors brought a stretcher, and Ling Heng finally made way. The Doctor used gauze to stop his wounds, but the blood gushing out dyed the military uniform a poppy color, glaringly bright and sorrowful.
"Shangguan Shaoying, Ruan Shaoshuai's heartbeat has stopped. Please prepare for the funeral, Young Commander!"
Shangguan Shaoyi tightly closed his Eyes. He had indeed thought about killing Ruan Yu himself in the past, but now faced with this chaos and the tangled mess of emotions, he had long changed his initial intentions.
Now that the Country is in need of people, Ruan Yu's departure is a heavy loss. Moreover, Cheng Mosu...
He slowly opened his Eyes, his knuckles turning white from gripping tightly. He deliberately slowed down his tone and waved to Ling Heng, "Ling Heng, come here."
The sky grew darker, and the moonlight began to show its hints as the noise gradually faded away. Zhang's Deputy brought a notice of mourning for Shangguan Shaoyi to review. Shangguan Shaoyi nodded lightly, and Zhang's Deputy went to announce the mourning. Ling Heng sat quietly beside him, looking up at his Father's sharply defined face but momentarily unsure of what to say.
Until he thought Father would never speak to him again, he heard Shangguan Shaoyi say, "Ling Heng, go to sleep."
"Dad, I..." He reached out to wipe his tears. "I'm sorry... I should have listened to you and not run around. If it wasn't him who was lost today, but me, it should have..."
Before he could finish those last two words, Shangguan Shaoyi sharply interrupted him, reaching out to tap his forehead. The force of it knocked him down to the ground.
Shangguan Shaoyi looked at him calmly, but there was a fire of anger in his eyes. "Ling Heng, Ruan Yu died protecting you. We have lost a talented person, and I owe him a debt of gratitude that I cannot repay. Both your mother and I will be sad and frustrated about this matter. But if it were you who had died today, we would also be heartbroken and desperate. Life is short and fleeting; it is precious to everyone and must not be wasted. Moreover, Ruan Yu faced death with courage; that is the bravery of a martyr. Ling Heng, you need not blame yourself too much. Living well is the best way to honor yourself and Ruan Yu."
Ling Heng was taken aback, reaching up to wipe his tears as his gaze gradually brightened, revealing a brilliance in his dark pupils that mirrored that of Shangguan Shaoyi.
"According to reports from the Southeast Asia Battlefield, yesterday Ruan Yue Shao Shuai was severely injured and died..."
The voice from the broadcast became unclear to her; she closed her eyelids as tears began to fall one after another. Feng Yin hurriedly turned off the broadcast, unsure how to comfort her. Her gaze lightly flickered as she looked out at the desolation outside; tears fell silently, and her heart felt heavy.
"Miss, please don't..." Feng Yin quickly comforted her. She merely smiled faintly, her voice soft yet low as she coldly said, "Please pull the Curtain closed; it's getting a bit chilly, and I can't stand the cold."
Feng Yin was momentarily stunned into silence. After a while, she finally responded and covered the dim light.
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