Chapter 1217 - No Heartbeat
Lu Yan looked at her lashes quivering, like a butterfly dancing in the air. She was embarrassed. Just like a maiden, she was still so easily embarrassed even though they had already been married for so long.
Of course, she was still just a young maiden.
Looking at her pretty face and silky skin, Lu Yan raised his handsome brows. He had really lucked out in love this life.
…
The next morning.
Sikong transferred in Mexico to Country A, and traveled to the Snow Mountain Residence with Tang Mo’er.
In the luxurious car.
He looked at her face. She looked like she was sleeping and didn’t seem to be in any pain. The entire world had been silenced. He could no longer hear her breathe.
“The defibrillator isn’t working!”
“The patient doesn’t seem to be regaining a heartbeat!”
“The patient doesn’t have a heartbeat!”
“She’s dead!”
He had no idea who was speaking. The cacophony of voices blurred together in his head, making him feel as though his head was about to burst.
He saw Sikong let go, saw the nurses pull a white cloth over her head slowly.
All this played out in slow-motion in his mind. It was as though someone had reached over and ripped his live, beating heart out of his chest.
Pain.
Indescribable pain.
He finally moved. He ran over and pushed everyone aside. “Get lost! Everybody get lost!”
“Silver Mask King, please understand. The patient has passed on,” the doctor said sorrowfully.
Xuan Ying’s eyes were red. He glared vehemently at the doctor and shouted, “You’re lying. She’s not dead! How can she be dead? You are all lying to me!”
“Silver Mask King…”
Xuan Ying clapped his hands on Feng Lingxue’s shoulders and he shook her roughly. “Feng Lingxue, stop pretending to be asleep. Wake the hell up right now!
“You’ll never die, right? How can you be dead? Alright, I’m admitting defeat. I promise you, I’ll never humiliate you or give you away again. I’ll… treat you well in the future.
“Feng Lingxue, you’ve already achieved what you want. You can wake up now, open your eyes right now!”
Anger, hot boiling anger could only give way to defeat as Xuan Ying continued shaking Feng Lingxue roughly, but she had no reaction at all.
“Silver Mask King, please let the patient go peacefully…”
Seeing Xuan Ying lose himself in madness, the doctors and nurses all came over to restrain him.
“Get lost!”
Xuan Ying pushed them away, and they all fell like dominoes. But not before someone accidentally pulled on his silver mask. It fell onto the carpet with a dull thud.
His entire face had been revealed.
The left side of his face was exquisitely handsome, as though it had been drawn by god himself. But the right side of his face was marred with countless slashes. He was seething with rage right now, his veins throbbing and his eyes red. His face was distorted, making him look even more monstrous.
“Ah!” One of the nurses shrieked in fear.
But Xuan Ying wasn’t listening at all. He had no idea what was happening. His eyes were fixed only on Feng Lingxue.
Tang Mo’er took all this in and her gaze had changed as well. She quickly walked forward and said, “Silver Mask King, that’s enough. Lingxue has already gone.”
She had gone.
Had she gone?
Xuan Ying slowly reached out, putting his fingers just under her nose. There was… no breath.
She really wasn’t breathing anymore.
Xuan Ying retracted his fingers as though he had just been electrocuted. He got up and left the room quickly.
…
Xuan Ying shut himself in the wine cellar. Bottles after bottles of wine surrounded him and he gulped them down.
Everything was fine if he was drunk. All he had to do was to get drunk, fall asleep, and it would all be a dream the very next day.
It would be as though none of it ever happened.
His tall figure rolled off the chair onto the floor. He shut his eyes sorrowfully. Why wasn’t he drunk yet?
He couldn’t get drunk.
His heart hurt so much. He sat up and buried his hands into his hair, scratching at it roughly.