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Her hands and face were as cold as ice, her body still trembling uncontrollably. He could find Jiang Jian for her, could drag out Hu Yongnian for her, could keep the Eastern Seal business running for her, yet he had no idea how to make her warm again. He held her tightly in his arms, embracing her with all his strength, but it still felt insufficient—never enough.

"Mo Mo, it's all over now, it's all over..."

The rigid woman mechanically lifted her head, staring blankly at his face. That unfamiliar gaze rested on him for several minutes before she suddenly came back to herself. "Why did you say it was Uncle Hu? Why did you say it was him? Why are you so fixated on Uncle Hu?!"

With no sense or reason, she gripped his clothes, clutching them so hard it seemed her own bones might shatter; her eyes gradually turning red. Xiang Zuo let her tear at his clothes mercilessly, but only placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

"Yes, it’s my fault, all of it is my fault..."

Her lips twisted slowly in grievance, and tears fell in torrents. Only then did he finally draw a breath after his nerves had been stretched to their very limit. His chest and legs had grown numb from her wild blows, yet he only wrapped his arms carefully around her, afraid she might collapse.

At last, when this fierce, desperate woman had exhausted herself to breathless sobbing, she looked at him with reddened eyes and broke out into loud weeping. Xiang Zuo pulled her into his embrace once more.

His heart pounded fiercely, yet with a strange joy, as if the entire world had found its completeness right here, listening to her call his name again and again in helplessness and reliance. In that moment, he truly didn’t know what to say. So, he could only close his eyes slowly and quietly bury his face in her hair.

"Xiang Zuo, tell me, why did he do this? Why? What did Nianqing do wrong? What happened to Nianqing? Or was it my fault? Was it because of me? Is he taking revenge on Nianqing for my sake? How could he do such a thing..."

"No, Mo Mo, it has nothing to do with you." She was right there, pressed against his heart. Her hoarse, anguished sobs beat against his chest like leaves falling in the wind—helpless, yet stubbornly drifting downward. "Mo Mo, don’t think about it anymore, it’s all over now, all over."

Perhaps it was exhaustion from utter heartbreak, but after getting into the car, Zhang Momo soon fell asleep, leaning against the seat. Xiang Zuo sat there for a long time, unable to bring himself to drive away. He took off his coat and covered her with it; gazing at her face, still streaked with drying tears. He wanted to wipe them away for her but was afraid to wake her up.

He was afraid of waking her, but even more afraid that harsher truths awaited her in the future. If praying could help, he wished all his suspicions would prove unfounded. And if they had to be true, he hoped she would never have to know those dreadful things.