When Hua Yumu returned, the restaurant had already been reduced to ashes. The building had collapsed in the inferno, though fortunately, none of the nearby residents were harmed. The restaurant owners fell to their knees in shock, breaking into tears as the reality of losing everything sank in. The city guards could only offer sympathetic pats on their shoulders –…
Saburo stood amidst the flames. He lowered his gaze to watch his white sleeves turn to ash inch by inch, the fire soon crawling up to his wrists, scorching his skin. Why? He remained motionless, still unable to understand the reason. Protected by a God, Saburo was currently immortal, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel pain. The burning sensation…
The crowd bustled around, and the guards worked to calm the onlookers and put out the fire. Despite the noise, for Miki, it was as if the world had fallen silent. She could hear only the thudding of her own heartbeat. Her throat had finally regained the ability to speak, but after hearing Wakako’s single word, “yes,” she found herself…
The flames intensified, and the smoke became so thick that Wakako’s eyes stung with unstoppable tears. Saburo’s voice, though close by, seemed distant. “Did you think that was the only secret? Oh, there’s so much more. Where should I even begin?” “Think about those families who once sought your hand in marriage, those with eligible children. Have you seen them…
Thick smoke billowed through the air, carrying with it the searing heat of the flames. Behind Wakako, Saburo slowly stood up. Even after being shot by the gun, with his chest and abdomen a bloody mess, his white robe soaked in red, he still stood there, smiling as if nothing had happened. His voice, though soft, called her name. “Wakako.”…