"What is happening again? Why do I feel my heart is sour and like it's splitting with pain?"
"Facing Beiming Xue, I felt passionate. Now facing Ouyang Feiting, I feel heartache. Each feeling is so vivid yet elusive."
"What kind of feeling is this? Why have I read so many ancient books, yet none can give me an answer? Even my master never told me, what kind of divine technique do women have?"
Wang Yan stood there dumbfounded, constantly looking at Beiming Xue and then at Ouyang Feiting, his heart in turmoil, with countless thoughts flooding his mind, yet he couldn't sort them out clearly.
Inside Ouyang Feiting, a pain as tearing as this arose. She was born strong, never admitting defeat for what she desired, yet today, she was acting out of character.
Since she saw that Wang Yan had chosen Beiming Xue, she had decided to leave.
"Brother Wang Yan, I wish you happiness." Ouyang Feiting wanted to walk up to Wang Yan and say this final sentence face-to-face, but in the end, she couldn't summon the courage. With a twist, she was about to get into her car and leave.
Beiming Xue also saw the painful expression on Ouyang Feiting's face. This expression immediately gave Beiming Xue a feeling of empathy and deep understanding.
She deeply understood Ouyang Feiting's feeling, that only one who loved Wang Yan deeply would have this sensation.
Thinking about it, if it were herself, she feared the pain would be even greater.
Beiming Xue had always been soft-hearted. This time, for the opening ceremony, she and Ouyang Feiting had secretly planned for a long time beforehand, and they decided that Beiming Xue would ask Elder Beiming to invite Director Xiao and others.
Ouyang Feiting was responsible for probing into Li Zhe's next plan.
That was why Beiming Xue was hiding behind the high platform alone, and Ouyang Feiting came later.
Initially, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting didn't get along, but because of Wang Yan's presence, they had a common goal, and because of this common goal, it brought them closer, eventually becoming friends.
But this friendship was extremely fragile. Both knew that one day, Wang Yan would choose one between the two of them. At that time, it would be the day their friendship would break off.
Although both hoped to be with Wang Yan, they also knew that once Wang Yan was with one of them, the other would inevitably leave heartbroken.
By that time, it would be a scene with one joyful and one sorrowful.
But now, as the relationship between Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting deepened, when that time came, both would probably be heartbroken, and the one who gained Wang Yan wouldn't feel at peace either.
So, both fantasized about delaying this day, happily staying together as a trio forever.
Little did they know, because of a sentence from Beiming Xue, Wang Yan almost kissed her, a scene witnessed and misunderstood by Ouyang Feiting, leading her to believe Wang Yan had chosen Beiming Xue.
Seeing Ouyang Feiting's heartbreak as she was about to leave, a surge of unwillingness, sympathy, and sadness rose in Beiming Xue's heart.
She rushed over and blocked the car door just as Ouyang Feiting was about to get in. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
Ouyang Feiting avoided looking at Beiming Xue, fearing that if she did, the tears she was struggling to hold back in her eyes would immediately fall.
Forcing herself to sound calmer, Ouyang Feiting said, "Move, I want to leave."
Saying that, Ouyang Feiting roughly pushed Beiming Xue aside, darted into the driver's seat, closed the door, and with a press of the accelerator, the black Maserati sped off.
Hearing Ouyang Feiting's forcefully composed voice, Beiming Xue's heart ached even more.
Watching the departing black Maserati, Beiming Xue sprinted a few steps, rushed to her red Maserati, got into the driver's seat, and chased after Ouyang Feiting as the engine roared.
Once in her car, Ouyang Feiting could not control herself any longer; tears unraveled and fell from her eyes.
Her moments with Wang Yan, like a movie, replayed scene after scene in her mind.
From their agreement at the War God Association, surviving on a deserted island, accompanying Wang Yan in school, following Wang Yan to Three Principles Mountain for ancient books, being kidnapped and Wang Yan risking his life to save her, to secretly gathering information about Gangzhe Group for Wang Yan…
Each occurrence, each piece, as if happening yesterday, was so vivid, so profound, that she remembered every smile, every word Wang Yan said.
It seemed that these memories were etched into Ouyang Feiting's heart, remaining indelible for a lifetime.
The more she thought about them, the more her heart ached, and tears, like a flood breaching a dam, surged out, blinding her view of the road.
Despite this, Ouyang Feiting drove crazily, her foot pressing the accelerator all the way down, the black Maserati racing like a wild horse, ignoring red lights, cars, everything.
Along the road, countless vehicles stopped to avoid the black Maserati, and the street was filled with the honking and curses of people.
Behind the black Maserati, a red Maserati followed closely.
This red Maserati was equally swift, constantly chasing the black Maserati ahead.
Just like two winds, these two cars weaved through Wanghai City.
Inside the red Maserati, Beiming Xue, with tears in her eyes, bit her lower lip as she mumbled repeatedly, "Feiting, stop, please stop."
She kept mumbling and vigorously honking her horn.
Finally, Ouyang Feiting heard the frenzied honking from behind her car; she looked through the rearview mirror and saw Beiming Xue closely tailing her.
At the sight of Beiming Xue, the look of pain on Ouyang Feiting's face intensified, and she shouted, "Beiming Xue, are you here to mock me?"
With the shout, Ouyang Feiting pushed the accelerator to the floor, making the car seem ready to take off.
Seeing the Maserati in front pulling away, normally obedient Beiming Xue was driven to madness, slamming her foot on the accelerator as well.
The speed of both cars reached its peak, like two lightning bolts, one black and one red, cutting through half of Wanghai City.
Gunned neck and neck, not knowing how far or where they had gone,
in a blur, it seemed they had left the city and arrived in the Desolate Mountain.
On the road ahead, among the mountains, loomed a stone bridge.
Without a second thought, Ouyang Feiting floored the accelerator and barreled onto the stone bridge. It was only upon reaching the bridge that she realized it was incomplete, with a gap of several dozen meters unfinished.
Below the bridge lay a valley thousands of meters deep.
Ouyang Feiting was shocked and found it too late to brake.
The black Maserati sped off in an instant, flying over the gap and into midair.
Briefly suspended, the car began descending sharply toward the valley below.
Meanwhile, Beiming Xue, failing to brake in time, followed Ouyang Feiting, soaring off the stone bridge and plummeting toward the valley.