Behind Ayue, a barely discernible figure swiftly approached, ghost-like.
He wore an arc-shaped black iron mask, and behind the mask, his pupils were filled with indifference.
It seemed that killing a girl was as simple as stepping on an ant for him.
Ajie's heart shattered.
He rushed forward recklessly, wrapping Ayue's body in his arms.
This was the girl he was willing to protect for eternity, yet he watched helplessly as she died here.
A beast-like wail erupted from Ajie's throat, tears streaming down his face.
He pressed his lips deeply onto Ayue's gradually chilling lips in his embrace.
Whish!
A flash of cold light, the figure behind Ayue, delivered a strike with a longsword, piercing through Ajie's chest, the tip of the sword protruding from his back.
Ajie grunted in pain, yet held Ayue's body tightly, the two slowly collapsing to the ground.
Ajie gasped for breath, blood gushing from his lungs sprayed out of his mouth, dripping onto Ayue's pale face.
