coobybook Chapter 109 Xu Shanshan, who has lost her mind and is filled with hatred
Chapter 109 Xu Shanshan, who has lost her mind and is filled with hatred
Murong Che's voice trembled and choked with emotion, his eyes filled with longing and uncertainty: "Wanwan, is it really you? This isn't a dream, is it?" His gaze was fixed on the woman in front of him, not missing a single detail, as if trying to find the answer in her eyes and brows.
The woman, who looked remarkably like Xu Wanwan, had a gentle smile on her lips as she walked slowly toward him with light, graceful steps. Each step seemed to tread on Murong Che's heart, making his heart beat even faster.
She stopped in front of Murong Che, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. Only the fluttering peach blossoms witnessed this dreamlike moment. Then, she gently opened her arms and embraced Murong Che tenderly yet firmly, pressing her face against his chest and wrapping her arms tightly around him, as if trying to merge herself into his body.
Murong Che subconsciously reached out, his slender fingers trembling slightly, and slowly wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. His embrace was initially cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing this sudden and beautiful moment.
But gradually, his arms tightened, pulling the woman into a tight embrace, as if he wanted to make up for all the hugs he had missed over the years.
At this moment, countless peach blossoms fell like snowflakes, gently landing on their shoulders and hair, draping the long-separated lovers in a dreamlike floral robe. The whole world seemed to consist only of their embracing figures, the fragrance of peach blossoms in the air, and endless longing.
Just as the two were immersed in their seemingly affectionate embrace, a fleeting, almost imperceptible, resolute ruthlessness flashed in the woman's eyes. Her hand stealthily reached for her waist, drawing a gleaming dagger. Then, taking advantage of Murong Che's momentary lapse in attention, she swiftly raised the dagger high and plunged it viciously into his back. The dagger, reflecting the sunlight, gleamed with a chilling light, like the call of death itself.
At the critical moment, Murong Che seemed to be suddenly awakened by some kind of dangerous intuition. His body reacted instinctively, and he dodged to the side with lightning speed, while at the same time reaching out to tightly grab the woman's wrist holding the knife.
His gaze instantly shifted from gentleness and astonishment to coldness and sharpness, and the force in his hand increased continuously, the bulging veins from the exertion seeming to speak of his anger and vigilance.
"You are not Wanwan! Who are you?" Murong Che's voice was deep and majestic, echoing like a great bell in the peach blossom forest, causing more petals to fall.
Upon seeing this, the woman let out a sharp, piercing laugh that echoed eerily through the peach blossom grove. She slowly raised her hand and gently ripped off a face mask as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing her true appearance. Her gaze was sharp, her face cold and stern, exuding an aura of shrewdness and ruthlessness—a stark contrast to her previous gentle demeanor.
Murong Che stared intently, then was shocked and blurted out, "Xu Shanshan?" His face was filled with shock and confusion. He never imagined that the person in front of him, disguised as Wanwan, was actually Wanwan's younger sister. His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with vigilance and bewilderment.
Xu Shanshan's eyebrows furrowed, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she angrily pointed a finger directly at Murong Che. Her fingertip trembled slightly from the force of her finger, as if she wanted to unleash all the hatred in her heart through that single gesture. Her chest heaved violently, and her voice became sharp and hoarse with extreme rage: "Murong Che, it's you! You heartless man, you killed my sister! Today I will avenge her!"
After speaking, she moved with lightning speed, suddenly lunging at Murong Che. She unleashed fierce moves, her fists whistling and her legs flashing, each move filled with boundless hatred, aiming straight for Murong Che's vital points.
Although Murong Che was filled with shock and confusion, he had no choice but to concentrate and deal with the situation. He dodged Xu Shanshan's heavy punch by sidestepping, and then quickly struck out with his palm to parry her attack. In an instant, the wind howled through the peach blossom forest, figures crisscrossed, and petals were stirred up and scattered everywhere. The once peaceful and beautiful place was instantly transformed into a fierce battlefield.
Under Xu Shanshan's relentless onslaught, Murong Che struggled to defend himself against every attack. His eyes were filled with anxiety and helplessness as he dodged and parried rapidly, shouting, "Shanshan, stop! Listen to me! Wanwan passed away from illness. As her husband, losing my beloved is like a thousand arrows piercing my heart. The time we spent together had deepened our love to the bone. Her departure feels like the world has collapsed for me. I am more heartbroken than anyone else. Your impulsive actions won't solve anything; they'll only make things worse. Calm down, let's talk!"
Xu Shanshan snorted coldly, the sound seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, icy and chilling. At this moment, hatred, like a thick, dark cloud, completely clouded her mind.
Her eyes were filled with endless despair and pain, the despair and madness of losing a loved one. She said fiercely, "Since my sister entered your Murong family and married you, has she ever had a single day of peace? No matter what, as her husband, you failed in your responsibility to protect her and provide her with a stable life. You are the one who killed her!"
Upon hearing these accusations, Murong Che felt a sharp pain in his heart and was momentarily speechless. He knew all too well the sacrifices and hardships Xu Wanwan had endured in this marriage, and he also understood that Xu Shanshan's current grief had clouded her judgment.
He looked at Xu Shanshan, who was almost driven mad, and sighed helplessly. He thought that no matter what he said at this moment, it would probably be difficult to quell her anger. He could only let her vent like this for the time being, hoping that she could regain some rationality after venting and then communicate and explain properly. So, he silently lowered his defensive hands, stood there, his eyes full of sorrow and exhaustion, and prepared to withstand Xu Shanshan's next attack.