Rong Zhi quietly held her hand.
His hands were pale and cold, yet his movements contained boundless gentleness. Chu Yu could see blood beads seeping from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, and when they fell into the snow, they turned into vivid red beans.
"How could this happen? Wasn't it said that your health had improved in the past two years... I understand now, did you pay some price to come here?" Chu Yu was both anxious and afraid, wanting to wipe the blood from the corners of his eyes, yet fearing she might hurt him. She looked at Rong Zhi with a pleading gaze and choked up, "Rong Zhi, think of something... Aren't you always full of ideas?" With so many tricks, there must be some that could work, right?
Rong Zhi smiled faintly, "What can be done? As you've said, no matter how capable I am, I can't overcome fate. Ending it this way isn't that bad."
