Su Fenghua, seeing the situation take a drastic turn for the worse, turned pale, his folding fan dropped somewhere unknown, and he trembled, “A-Hui, you—” Chu Xia turned her gaze away indifferently, not looking at him. “I, I’ll tell you where Bai Xue is hidden. She… can cure the poison in Young Master Jun.” He swallowed hard, “Spare me—” “Su Fenghua, you aren’t seeking revenge on Jun Yean for the so-called family massacre. Search your heart, isn’t it for your own selfish desires?” Su Fenghua remained silent. Chu Xia gave a cold smile, about to speak when a gust of cold wind came from behind. She couldn’t dodge in time, but heard the white leopard beside her roar, flipping Su Fenghua, who held a dagger, onto the ground, and bit into his throat. Chu Xia stepped back, looking at Su Fenghua struggling in the pool of blood, her eyes filled with unbearable sorrow. Su Fenghua let out a few hoarse cries, his eyes full of venom and unwillingness, and with his last strength, he laughed, “A-Hui… you—” Before he could finish, he breathed his last.
Chu Xia stepped back half a step, right into Jun Yean’s embrace. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other covering her eyes, whispering, “Don’t look.” Chu Xia’s trembling gradually stopped. She turned around in his arms, her delicate fingers touching the spot on his chest where the needle had struck, “I really thought… we were going to die.” Jun Yean smiled and kissed her forehead, “My girl, there’s nothing in this world that I, Jun Yean, wouldn’t dare to bet on. Except… you.” He slowly pulled her into his embrace, “I bet Cang Qianlang would come out, I bet he would go mad from his training, but I wouldn’t bet on you—That’s why I didn’t dare to seek the truth of the past these two years.” In his arms, Chu Xia couldn’t help but sob quietly.
