Bab 145: Marion’s Story

Everyone surrounding Lance and Chiaki was stunned with the jaw dropped to the ground. Chiaki Spring had fallen, this time no arboreal scar pattern, no singe, no burn marks. She just fell to the ground without any other actions.

"Chiaki!" Lance was the first one to react, scooping Chiaki's lifeless body to his embrace and buried his face on her neck. "Chiaki, Chiaki, my wife, you said you . . .  you promised that you wouldn't sacrifice your life for this realm, but look at yourself right now. Why are you betraying me? Why do you fall on your promise?"

The silence was solemn. Nobody thought that a person like Lance Hua, the cold, indifferent, tactical person like him would mourn the death of his beloved wife in public, although in a low voice. But grief spoke in so many different languages and tones. It didn't have to be in a loud wail, it could also transmit in a deep hush or even the faintest smile that didn't say they were okay.