Chapter 590: Kill Her

Yan Huan hugged Lu Yi’s waist from behind and mumbled, “Let’s hug for a little while, we can’t do naughty things anyway.”

Lu Yi reached over and brushed her hair. “Aren’t you tired? Are you sure that you want to be naughty?”

“When the belly is full, the mind would naturally move to the gutter.”

Yan Huan pinched Lu Yi’s fit body, caressing her husband’s firm muscles and admiring his great figure. He was very good at self-control too, being able to maintain his indifference when she, a goddess-like beauty, stood in front of him.

Lu Yi grabbed her hand and urged gently, “Go to sleep.”

“Alright,” Yan Huan replied, dejected. She laid down slowly on the bed. After all, she was extremely exhausted after a whole day of filming. Once her head touched the pillow, it only took her a blink of an eye to fall asleep. When Lu Yi heard her breathing slowing down, he turned around, tucked her in and continued with his unfinished work. The dark blue light from the computer screen illuminated his cold and stern face. However, a faint hint of warmth radiated on his cold face at this moment. He pursed his lips, as though he had encountered some difficulties. However, the frown lines between his eyebrows soothed soon after.

He dimmed the table lamp, shut down the computer and went to bed.

As he laid down, Yan Huan shifted and her hand involuntarily grabbed hold of Lu Yi’s shirt as she continued to dream.

Yan Huan woke up at five o’clock in the morning as she had to go to the filming scene earlier to do her makeup. It was ridiculous that her makeup took nearly four hours to complete.

Lu Yi sat upright, trying to tidy up her fluffy bedhead.

“I’ll go back with dad when the sun comes out. I can’t be with you every day, so please remember to take good care of yourself, eat well, don’t become skinnier.”

“Okay, I know,” Yan Huan nodded obediently, throwing herself into his embrace and refusing to let go. Sometimes, she had the urge to leave everything behind and live a peaceful life with him, away from the bustle of the city.

All she needed was a companion, that was good enough for her.

However, she understood that now was not the time yet.

Danger still lingered around them, so she had to make herself stronger, to be strong enough to face them all.

Finally, she sat up straight and put on her clothes. She stopped when she was at the door. Then, she went one step forward, followed by another step, and another, until she was out of the house.

The separation was for the purpose of their next reunion.

She knew it, understood it and was willing to do it as well.

No pain no gain. The misery of separation would bring the pleasure of seeing each other again.

She knew it very well.

She sat on the chair, waiting for Yue Ran to put on her makeup. She could not leave the chair for another three to four hours. It took agonizingly long to get her makeup done, especially her eye makeup that was extremely challenging. Besides, she almost could not see anything with the heavy eye makeup that cluttered her vision.

She could only explore her surroundings with her instinct.

Still, Yan Huan loved this kind of challenge. She pursued nothing but realistic and authentic acting skills. If you could not inspire yourself, how could you expect to touch the feelings of other people?

“Whitey, don’t be afraid. Brother Zi Yue will take you with me.”

The general helped Whitey onto the saddle. A breeze blew over at this moment, blowing off the white scarf on Whitey’s eyes. Under the white scarf were two dark hollows that once contained her eyes.

It was a miserable sight. He could feel the pain in her heart and the agony in her soul.

She could not see anything, but she could hear the noise of hooves behind her that was slowly approaching them. There was also a wind that sliced past her face, causing stinging pain.

Out of the blue, she heard a vague buzzing sound.

What is it?

She touched her face and felt a trickle of something wet. She did not have eyes, so where did the tears come from?

The horse continued to run, and it sounded as though they were being pursued by an army. The stomping sound of hooves echoed around her, followed by a faint but sharp scent of blood.

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“Brother Zi Yue, why is there blood?” she mumbled confusedly. She was certain that she smelled blood.

“Nothing happened,” the General said as he dug his heels into the horse’s flanks. It neighed loudly and jumped into the wind, flinging her off its back.

Whitey opened her eyes abruptly. She reached out and explored around frantically.

“Brother Zi Yue, Brother Zi Yue...”

She picked herself up and carefully advanced forward. Then, she tripped and fell hard to the floor with a crash, knocking her head on a stone. The knock resulted in a gash on her head which started to bleed, and pain slowly crept in.

“Brother Zi Yue...” She continued to explore until her hands brushed against a person’s body. She felt the familiar armor on him and caught the familiar scent.

“Brother Zi Yue,” she called out, but she did not get a reply. Suddenly, her fingers shuddered in shock when she felt the wetness on it.

“Whitey, don’t cry.” The General reached over with his trembling fingers and touched Whitey’s face. She did not have eyes, but there were twin streams of bloody tears on her delicate face. She did not have tears, all she had was blood.

“Whitey, don’t cry,” he repeated solemnly. “Brother Zi Yue will always be with you, I’ll be with you when I’m alive and my soul will be with you when I die.”

All Whitey saw was darkness. She knew that the general was going to die. As her grandmother said, people would die eventually. They only had about a hundred years to live. In this time, they carried with them diseases that they were unaware of, painful injuries, separation, and death.

A person’s life was actually made of sorrow and agony.

Zi Yue took out a bun from his pocket and placed it on Whitey’s hand.

Whitey squeezed the bun in her hands tightly when she was struck by a sudden thought. She tore a piece off the bun and put it in her mouth, she continued to feed herself the bun, one mouthful at a time. Back then, she had received two buns. She ate one herself and gave the other one to a stranger.

She ate and swallowed it bit by bit. The general smiled softly. Suddenly, his eyes began to blur, and he saw a girl with a pair of clear eyes waving at him in the white snow.

He took a step forward and began running toward the girl. He was getting closer, closer and even closer now.

Whitey was still eating the bun. She was calm, and she seemed to be doing it instinctively. She took a bite, chewed it and swallowed it.

“Kill her! Kill her! Kill the witch!” From a distance away, she heard a lot of shouting that sounded cruel and savage.

Whitey continued to eat her bun. Only darkness remained in her now-empty eye sockets, but she knew, deep in her heart, that the darkness was filled with the foolishness, greed, savageness and hatred of humans.

What good did she bring for saving so many people, when she was unable to save Brother Zi Yue in the end?

Actually, the grandmother was wrong. The world was still a beautiful place, because of the existence of good people who would give her unforgettable memories and sweet dreams. Even if the dreams were built with blood and exchanged with life.

“Unleash your arrows! Kill her!”