When the Winds Rise in Beirong

Ji Zhiyang watched helplessly as Han Muxi fell before his eyes. He rushed over, scooped her into his arms, and stared in despair as blood gushed from her chest. “Physician!” he shouted.

Han Muxi's lips twitched as a large mouthful of blood spilled out. She waved a hand and said, “Don't bother. I want to spend the time I have left talking with you. All right?”

Ji Zhiyang stubbornly shook his head. Tears slid down and landed on her pale cheeks as he cried out in a broken voice, “No! Muxi, I won't let you die. I won't allow you to die! I was the one who saved you, and you promised me. How can you break your promise?”

Han Muxi struggled to raise her hand and wipe the tears from Ji Zhiyang's cheek. Her voice was weak as she said, “Ji Zhiyang, promise me you won't grieve. You must protect this vast realm for me. From now on, you'll be the only one left to endure a century of loneliness. This life has been too bitter. I can only walk half the road with you. If there's another life, let's switch places and love each other properly...”