323: Chapter 323 Parting in the Drizzling Rain, Yin and Yang in Confrontation

Hearing these words, Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun felt a sudden pang of sorrow, and tears broke their dams once again.

They exchanged a glance, neither saying a word.

They simply retreated half a step in silence, leaving the space to Cang Mingyue.

This was a silent acquiescence, and also a fulfillment.

Cang Mingyue turned around, gazing affectionately at Su Chen in the wheelchair.

She was not impatient like those in ordinary affairs of the heart.

Instead, she was like a newlywed bride about to leave her parents' home.

Carrying a heart full of devotion and love.

She reached out her hands.

Bit by bit.

She undid the jacket covered in dust and bloodstains for Su Chen.

One layer, then another.

When Su Chen's upper body—thinned over the past half year but still possessing solid, muscular lines—was exposed to the air.

The three women clearly saw Su Chen's body, which was like that of a living dead man.

When it felt the touch of Cang Mingyue's warm fingertips.

It actually produced a trace of instinctive tremor.

His breathing became somewhat heavy.

Those eyes, like dried-up wells.

Though still devoid of luster.

Were fixed firmly on Cang Mingyue.

His most primitive, masculine instinctive reaction was awakening!

"He... he can feel it..."

Cang Mingyue's eyes instantly reddened.

Her voice carried irrepressible surprise and sorrow.

Watching Su Chen's obvious physical reaction, Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun, while blushing.

Also realized at the same time.

Su Chen's body had no issues at all.

It was just that his soul had been locked away.

His heart was punishing himself.

Cang Mingyue did not undress herself.

She was still wearing that water-blue long dress, so alluring it seemed as if it could drip water.

The hem of the dress spread on the floor like ocean waves, outlining the curves of her perfect body.

She reached out her arms and wrapped them around Su Chen's neck.

Then, amidst the flickering candlelight.

She closed her eyes, filled with love.

Quietly, slowly.

She sat into the embrace of this foolish man...

"Mm..."

A suppressed groan escaped from Cang Mingyue's lips.

She buried her head deeply into the crook of Su Chen's neck, which was full of white hair.

Hot tears soaked his shoulders.

"It hurts..."

Cang Mingyue's voice was as thin as gossamer, sounding like she was acting spoiled, and also like she was crying in complaint.

Even though she knew they would be separated by life and death tomorrow.

She didn't want to leave him.

She really didn't.

Especially in this moment of tenderness.

She was so greedy for this feeling of peace, being held in his arms.

"Young Master Su... Yue'er..."

Outside the tent, the wild wind was still roaring.

The time had already passed midnight.

The Demon Beasts let out chilling roars in the darkness.

It seemed they would soon finish their rest and prepare to make a comeback.

And inside the tent, the flickering candlelight.

Cast the two figures ( ).

Casting a poignant silhouette onto the fabric of the tent.

Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun stood in the corner.

Watching this scene.

Already streaming with tears.

Sobbing uncontrollably.

This night.

Was destined to be sleepless.

...

Su Chen's consciousness last lingered on the day he saw Demon Concubine Su Daji at Suochen Tower.

Immediately after.

In that Avici Hell where his soul had completely self-sealed.

Time and space had lost their original dimensions and meaning.

There was not a shred of light here, no sound could be heard, and not a trace of temperature could be felt.

There was only the boundless, thick darkness.

Drowning Su Chen's consciousness firmly within it.

He could not feel his own body, nor could he even feel his own existence.

In this suffocating void.

The only thing Su Chen could see.

Was that dazzling red ahead.

It was the back of Demon Concubine Su Daji.

She was wearing that red dress, discolored by black blood.

Her figure was slight.

She had her back to him, her steps unsteady.

Walking step by step towards the deepest part of the darkness.

"Daji... don't go!"

Su Chen ran wildly in the darkness like a madman.

He desperately reached out his hand, wanting to grab that fluttering red hem.

Wanting to pull her tightly into his embrace.

Wanting to tell her loudly how much he regretted it.

Wanting to come before her to beg for her forgiveness.

But, he used all his strength to lunge forward.

His hand, just like passing through a void phantom, went straight through her body.

He grasped nothing.

Demon Concubine Su Daji seemed unable to hear Su Chen's cries, nor could she hear his footsteps.

She did not look back.

Her figure gradually faded in the darkness, turning into specks of red fluorescent light.

Preparing to dissipate into this abyss of dead silence.

"No——!!!"

Su Chen let out a roar of despair from the depths of his soul.

His heart was fiercely crushed by an invisible giant hand.

Just at the moment this pain reached its peak, he felt his body tremble violently.

As if something had heavily shattered this dark dream.

Intense white light pierced through his eyelids.

Bringing long-lost warmth and the fragrant scent of lilies.

It poured into his senses without warning.

Su Chen suddenly woke up from the "dream."

Gasping for air heavily.

His forehead was covered in fine, cold sweat.

His heart was still beating wildly in his chest.

He opened his eyes, feeling somewhat dazed.

What met his eyes.

Was a spacious, bright, luxuriously and warmly decorated lounge.

Warm, bright sunlight shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the soft, pure white cashmere carpet.

The air was filled with the sweet, fragrant scent of intertwined red roses and white lilies.

He could still faintly hear the cheerful and melodious orchestral music coming from outside the door.

This atmosphere, peaceful and serene.

Was completely different from the desperate atmosphere when he regained consciousness after discovering the corpse of Demon Concubine Su Daji at Suochen Tower.

Su Chen froze.

He lowered his head and discovered that he had, without knowing when, been changed into a well-tailored, crisp, and expensive black groom's suit.

A delicate red bowtie was tied at the collar of the pure white shirt.

In the breast pocket, there was a red rose, delicate and dripping with dew.

"Am I... am I dreaming?"

"So, where is this?"

Su Chen's brain fell into a brief blankness; he looked around, somewhat confused, his fingers nervously and subconsciously clutching the corner of his suit jacket.

Just then, the heavy wooden door of the lounge was gently pushed open.

Accompanied by the crisp and pleasant sound of high heels.

Seven figures, like fairies from a painting, filed in.

The moment he saw who it was, Su Chen was slightly stunned, his breathing stalled, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

The people before him were actually his seven confidantes.

Zhuge Jinyu, Ye Jingjun, Cang Mingyue, Jiang Luoli, Su Wanyue, and Teacher Wang Jin.

And.

The one who made him heartbroken, haunted his dreams.

The woman he would rather seal his soul than face her death.

Demon Concubine Su Daji!

Only now, they were not wearing the robes or long dresses that represented their status in daily life.

Instead, they had all changed into pure white, holy, and stunning Western-style wedding dresses.