"If I had known everything would become like this. I would have never been this greedy", she says.
A drop of tear escaped the corner of her eyes, as she jumped into the void. The crimson-red plum blossom mark on her forehead slowly began to fade awa...
Destined: to meed you Chapter 12: In the abyss, the wheel of time and space rotates ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾
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In the heart of the city, a tapestry of dense, ebony clouds blankets the night sky, pregnant with the promise of impending rain. Thunderous roars reverberate through the streets, punctuating the air with electrifying anticipation, accompanied by the rhythmic chirping of crickets and the distant cacophony of cars.
In the hallway, Lin Chao Xing stands, her hair dancing in the gusts, each strand a wistful reminder of the downpour outside. With a delicate stretch of her hand, she catches a few stray droplets, each one a poignant echo of unshed tears.
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In an instant, an excruciating torment engulfs Lin Chao Xing, her senses overwhelmed by the searing agony that courses through her veins like molten lava, each pulse of pain tearing through her with merciless brutality. Every fiber of her being screams in anguish as she writhes against the relentless onslaught of torture, her body convulsing with each wave of torment, her mind consumed by the unbearable suffering that grips her with unyielding ferocity.
Despite the torment ravaging her body, a grim smile twists across Lin Chao Xing's lips, a haunting juxtaposition of agony and defiance etched upon her face.
"I deserve it," she murmurs to herself, the words barely audible amidst the echoes of the lonely hallway.
"Nevertheless, I shouldn't feel this way, should I? It's wrong," she mutters, her voice a mere whisper in the desolate expanse.
Lin Chao Xing sighs heavily, the burden of her fate pressing down upon her with suffocating force.
"After all, I am destined to be his calamity. His end!!," she says softly, each word a melancholic melody of resignation.
The sound of raindrops fills the surrounding air, a peaceful symphony against the backdrop of her tumultuous emotions. Yet even the gentle patter of rain cannot mask the storm raging within her heart.
Suddenly, footsteps echo in the empty hallway, disrupting the fragile peace.
Hong Yi walks towards Lin Chao Xing, his hands folded behind his back, each step deliberate, measured. His robe billows gracefully in the wind, a silent companion to his approach.
