When Rong Zhi released his third arrow, Chu Yu had already opened her eyes.
She almost dazedly, watched the black arrows streaking toward Hua Cuo like shooting stars chasing the moon, uninterrupted. The crimson droplets of blood splattered from his body, falling onto the snowy ground, until Hua Cuo, clutching his chest, collapsed, and she still couldn't distinguish whether this was reality or a hallucination born from the brink of life and death.
The wind suddenly picked up, cutting coldly through the fox fur collar around Chu Yu's neck. She shivered and abruptly came to her senses, and by this time, Rong Zhi had closed Chen Bai's eyes with his hands and stood up straight. He walked towards her with a slow and composed gait.
Looking at Rong Zhi's serene and detached features, Chu Yu was suddenly reminded of a movie, one that she had watched many times with her friends during her college days, laughing with each viewing and crying with the next.
