Ling Huan was stunned himself; then, trembling, he released the sword and lunged forward to embrace Ye Sheng, desperately channeling his Inner Strength into her.
"No, Xiaosheng, you can't do this."
"Senior Brother was wrong."
"Why didn't you... why didn't you kill me?"
"You clearly could have."
In his panic, Ling Huan's sentences were jumbled; he knew that his and her talents were on par, and if it really came to fighting, she might well have been able to kill him, so he had been waiting.
Waiting for her to make a move.
But she didn't; instead, she delivered her own heart under his sword.
Lying in his arms, Ye Sheng's eyes reddened; she could only utter one last sentence.
"Ever since we were little, Senior Brother has never made a mistake, but it was I who erred, and Senior Brother always took the punishment on my behalf... Now it's my turn to... take it for Senior Brother."
She gave a slight smile.