Previous Life.
At the study abroad farewell banquet she hosted, Tian Xi was killed by her obsessive admirer Mo Qing, who had lost his sanity.
Everyone in the hotel private room fled in terror, leaving only her tragic figure lying on the floor. Her exposed skin appeared increasingly pale under the harsh lighting.
…Why was Mo Yehan here?
The moment Mo Yehan entered the room, his legs gave way. Trembling, he collapsed to his knees and crawled with difficulty to Tian Xi’s side. He removed the expensive white brand-name shirt he had specially bought to see her and wrapped it around her body.
His hands shook as he lifted her.
Tian Xi’s cold, motionless form felt like a piece of his heart had been brutally torn out, the pain so intense it could no longer beat.
“I’m too late, Little Princess. I failed to protect you,” Mo Yehan whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion.
The girl in his arms had been so wonderful – her smile like a small sun, warm and comforting, making people instinctively want to be near her.
Even someone as dark and close to the abyss as him couldn’t take his eyes off her. He would secretly watch her, and when their eyes met, she would smile at him. Even just a faint smile was enough to warm his cold, gloomy heart.
Such a beautiful person, brutally destroyed. And at her own study abroad farewell banquet, where she should have had the brightest, most promising future ahead of her. She should have lived a happy life.
“Little Princess, I will make sure those people pay a terrible price,” Mo Yehan murmured, lowering his head to kiss her forehead with desperate devotion.
Then, holding her corpse tightly, he let out agonized roars that echoed through the banquet hall.
“Tian Xi, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” But you’ll never know that there was someone who loved you so deeply, loved you enough to die for you!
Tian Xi’s spirit wept continuously, begging: “Mo Yehan, don’t provoke those people. You’ll die because of me. I don’t want to see you like this.”
Over the next month.
Tian Xi watched as Mo Yehan returned to the clan. It turned out he came from the Mo family, the wealthiest family, and was their only heir – the eldest son and grandson the Mo family had been searching for all these years.
Though both were from the Mo family, Mo Qing couldn’t compare to him in the slightest.
Mo Yehan quickly took control of the Mo family. He brought Mo Qing to the hotel where the farewell banquet had been held and, before everyone’s eyes, sliced his flesh piece by piece, watching him scream in agony until he died. He then gouged out the eyes of all the spectators. Throughout the entire process, screams of pain filled the air, while Mo Yehan remained cold and detached. He removed his white gloves and uttered: “Send these filthy things back to their families.”
Tian Xi’s spirit embraced Mo Yehan, crying: “Mo Yehan! You’ll destroy yourself like this. Please, I beg you, stop this.”
But it wasn’t over.
Mo Yehan bankrupted all their families.
In the Imperial Capital, whenever his name was mentioned, people would curse him – bloodthirsty, ruthless, demon, why doesn’t he just die, such a person is nothing but a scourge.
Even the Mo family elders feared him and hoped he would stop, that he wouldn’t continue his madness.
Just when everyone thought Mo Yehan’s madness knew no bounds, he committed suicide.
On the day he died, holding Tian Xi’s corpse, he cried: “Little Princess, am I particularly useless? I still can’t accept that you’re gone. My heart aches so much. Destroying them can’t bring back my Little Princess.”
“Little Princess, I miss you so much. I still want to hear you say to me: Mo Yehan, can’t you stop being so fierce all the time?””I’m not fierce, I won’t be fierce anymore, Little Princess. Let me become your eternal knight, protecting you through all eternity.”
In the end, Mo Yehan spent ten billion to donate to temples, inviting the world’s finest monks to perform a Buddhist mass for the dead, delivering their souls so they could be reincarnated together life after life, never to part.
At that moment, Tian Xi made a vow.
If there were to be another life, she would cherish this gloomy, cold youth properly, never again fearing him or distancing herself because of his aloofness.
She would fall in love with him! She would marry him!
Mo Yehan, wait for me to come love you!
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(Rebirth redemption of a sickly, gloomy young man – sweet, sweet, sweet. Dear readers who enjoy this, please give a five-star rating. Mwah!)