On a rainy night in May, the sea was wrapped in darkness.A lone cruise ship drifted in the vast, ink-black ocean.
In the distance, under the ship’s faint glow, a yacht sped rapidly toward it—its engine roar slicing through the silence, and shattering the last trace of hope in Xia Zhiwan’s heart.
Her legs had been broken, yet she dragged herself forward inch by inch across the deck, her hands scraped and bloody.She wanted to stop him—stop the man rushing toward her without hesitation.
Li Xiaohan… don’t come.
She screamed in her heart, but her throat could no longer make a sound.The acid forced down her throat had stolen her voice completely.All she could do was pound on the deck in helpless desperation.
The man still came.And when he saw Xia Zhiwan covered in blood on the deck, Li Xiaohan’s hands trembled uncontrollably.He rushed forward, wrapped her in his coat, and gathered her into his arms.
“Wanwan, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
The moment she saw him, her final emotional defenses collapsed.She believed she deserved her fate—but he shouldn’t have come for her.
She struggled, shaking her head, trying to push him away.But he only held her tighter.
“Don’t blame me,” he whispered. “I’m never letting go of you again.”
Throughout her torture, she had never shed a tear—but seeing him like this, she finally broke down.Her tears and her weak struggles made him misunderstand, thinking she still didn’t want him to touch her. His eyes dimmed with hurt and simmering wrath.
“Wanwan… I won’t let you resist me.”
Just then, a mocking voice sounded behind them.
“Well, what a touching scene. Truly moving.”
A gun was pressed to Li Xiaohan’s head.The man behind him tossed a long knife onto the deck.
“Either you die, or she dies. I wonder what Young Master Li will choose?”
Hearing this, Xia Zhiwan shook her head frantically, trying to make sounds from her damaged throat.
The man laughed.“What a pity—you can’t speak. Otherwise I’d love to hear what you think now that you finally know the truth.”
Li Xiaohan stiffened.He set Xia Zhiwan down gently on the deck and stared coldly at the gunman.
“Let her go. Or you won’t leave here alive.”
Then—without hesitation—he took the knife and stabbed it into his own chest.Blood quickly soaked his white shirt, yet he forced the blade deeper.
“Let… her… go.”
He collapsed soon after.
Xia Zhiwan dragged herself to him and held his weakening body.Tears mixed with rain as he lifted a shaky hand to wipe her face.
“Wanwan… are you… crying for me?”“Don’t cry… I like seeing you smile…”
He remembered their first meeting—she was sixteen, dressed like a princess, bright as sunlight.She had lived in his heart ever since.
She tried to smile for him, but the sorrow twisted her expression.
The gunman sneered.“Who would’ve thought the great Li Xiaohan would die for a woman? Fascinating.”
Then he added coldly:“Not that either of you will be leaving alive.”
Gunfire rang out.But before the ship could sink completely, a rescue aircraft appeared overhead.
Li Xiaohan touched her face one last time.
“Wanwan… this is the first and last time… I’ll ever push you away.”
He shoved her toward the descending rescue line.Blood spread beneath him, yet he forced out his final plea:
“Live… Wanwan… In the next life… don’t push me away again…”
As the ship tilted toward the sea, Xia Zhiwan crawled back to him, her despair overwhelming.She clung to him, unable to speak, unable to cry aloud, her heart breaking as the storm raged.
In the end, she lay beside him, holding him tightly as the ship sank.
Li Xiaohan… let us never be separated again.