What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

Xie Jiexue coughed, opened her eyes, and felt a tearing pain in her chest.

She had a feeling that her sword bones were shattering again.

For some reason, the Supreme Frost had already rejected her and no longer recognized her as qualified to wield the sword.

The world was completely white, and the snowflakes fell in a flurry, landing around her.

Xie Jiexue took a deep breath, but felt the pain in her chest intensify.

The breath was exhaled, and the cold air spread out, covering the surroundings with pure white ice flowers.

Along with the chill, Xie Jiexue's life force also dissipated—her sword bones were shattered, so she no longer possessed the ability to control spiritual energy.

A chill came from my chest and abdomen.

"It's so cold..."

"I'm so cold... Wuhua..."

Xie Jiexue shifted slightly, trying to stand up, but couldn't.

She barely managed to turn her head to the side and saw the demon rushing towards her from afar.

We're going to lose...

That's normal, though, since she's already been rejected.

She vaguely recalled the last chill in the sword's bone.

Looking back now, it seems that this path was wrong, and perhaps Lin Wuhua was still protecting her. Her emotions had always been hidden behind Lin Wuhua's essence—she just hadn't looked at them.

That's true, after all, he's such a sentimental person.

Large tears slid down Xie Jiexue's cheeks, falling onto the snow-white ground and freezing into transparent ice.

The demons were about to arrive, but Xie Jiexue didn't want to move anymore.

A falling snowflake was reflected in her pupils.

"How beautiful the snow is! It would be even better if there were a fire," she thought.

More snow fell, accumulating on her, as if to cover her most beautiful years and her suffering and absurd life with the tranquility of winter.

Yet, seemingly in harmony with this tranquility, at a certain moment, the roars of demons, the cries of sect disciples, the sounds of wind, rain, and swords all vanished.

But Xie Jiexue no longer had the strength to think about what this meant.

Until that most familiar figure appeared in her sight.

It is Lin Wuhua—

He walked towards her step by step through the frost-covered ground amidst the swirling snowflakes.

His face was deathly white, and purplish-red snow spilled from the corner of his lips.

Behind him, the demons that roared and pounced on him suddenly froze.

Lin Wuhua raised his head and looked at Supreme Frost.

"Come here." He beckoned to it.

The Supreme Frost instantly shrank and entered his hand.

He gripped the sword and swung it gently.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, but within hundreds of feet, the ferocious light in the eyes of all the demons immediately faded and went out.

Their terrifying bodies collapsed, twisted, and fell to the ground.

Without wounds, without ice flowers, without sword energy, without bloodstains, they died silently.

It was as if something had been taken away from their bodies.

When Lin Wuhua walked over, the world had become completely quiet.

Amidst the falling snow, Lin Wuhua planted his sword in the ground, knelt before Xie Jiexue, gently lifted her head, and placed it on his lap.

"Your hair has all turned white," he said affectionately, "but it looks beautiful."

Lin Wuhua's thighs were not soft; Xie Jiexue could almost feel the bones directly.

But she rubbed against it.

"Wuhua, I'm so cold."

Lin Wuhua held his hand to his mouth, exhaled a puff of white breath, rubbed it, and pressed it against Xie Jiexue's face: "Yes, I know."

"I know......"

His hands weren't warm, but they brought tears to her eyes.

Lin Wuhua smiled instead, gently wiping away Xie Jiexue's tears with her pale fingertips.

"Jie Xue, look," his voice was hoarse, "this is the end of the 'Ruthless Sword,' nothing at all..."

"The Supreme Frost Sword is a sword with feelings, the sword of countless people. How can a person without feelings wield it?"

"A sword exists for people. What is a sword without people?"

Xie Jiexue: "I'm sorry."

She was no longer able to speak, nor did she have the strength to think about why Lin Wuhua had to say these things here, on the battlefield, instead of taking her away.

She used the last of her strength to rub against Lin Wuhua's hand.

"Wuhua, don't go..."

"Yes, I won't leave."

Lin Wuhua bent down and gave her a half-hearted hug.

Xie Jiexue felt a slight warmth on his chest.

"But it will be alright."

He touched her face and straightened his back.

You will be alright.

Xie Jiexue's lips curved slightly, and her eyelids closed abruptly.

She wasn't stupid; she knew she was about to die.

But if dying like this is possible, it's not such a bad choice.

At least, she was all alone.

but......

"Snow interception".

Lin Wuhua's calm voice startled her awake.

It wasn't a tired or weak voice, but the voice of the fifteen-year-old boy when the two met.

"You must live well," he said.

Then, the next moment, Lin Wuhua raised his hand and slapped his chest.

"—!"

"Kara".

As Xie Jiexue's pupils contracted, Lin Wuhua's chest caved in, and bright red blood instantly spilled from the corner of Lin Wuhua's mouth.

"Ouch, it hurts a bit. This is really...unexpected."

He coughed twice, his brow furrowed, but his back remained straight.

Xie Jiexue's pupils shrank to almost the size of a needle, trembling violently.

Her damaged instincts awakened her, rousing her from her last vestiges of consciousness.

Xie Jiexue instinctively tried to struggle to stand up, but she couldn't.

Lin Wuhua held her down.

He was too weak to exert any strength; he could only place his hand on Xie Jiexue's shoulder.

Xie Jiexue was still unable to break free—she only had the strength to watch.

By this point, even if Xie Jiexue was foolish, she would understand what Lin Wuhua had done.

—He shattered his own sword bone once again.

And considering what he has done in the past...

"don't want--"

"No...please...don't..."

Large tears welled up in Xie Jiexue's eyes.

Then, she gritted her teeth and asked the question again, hoping it would stop him.

"Lin Wuhua, what gives you the right...?"

She was breathing heavily, her voice trembling.

"—What gives you the right to make decisions for me?"

Lin Wuhua lowered his head and smiled.

Warm, bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto Xie Jiexue's face.

The blood was so red that even Xie Jiexue's dark eyes shone with a blood-red hue.

An unnatural blush appeared on his face, as if he were embarrassed.

"I'm going to die anyway, so don't blame me."

He smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I feel like I've become uglier."

He raised his hand again, wiped the blood off Xie Jiexue's face, smiled, and gently touched her face.

"I'm sorry, but it's not your fault."

"I am willing to love you; this is my choice, and it does not depend on whether you think you deserve to be loved."

Then, without lingering any longer, Lin Wuhua took a deep breath and mustered his last bit of strength.

He bent down.

"Jie Xue, I love you."

"Therefore, I will cut off the frost and snow of your life."

"Take my sword and live on."

A warm current flowed from his lips into Xie Jiexue's lips, robbing her of all consciousness.

[Simulation Ended]