Chapter 221 - 219. Because of Me (1/2)

Third-person POV

Weisheng narrowed his eyes when a radiant light suddenly blinded his vision. He slowly opened his eyes and surprised to see himself in a completely white space. Usually, the dreams he had were filled with unfathomable darkness and many resentful spirits would try to pull him into their world.

Yet, at where he was standing, it was so pure that even a piece of dust could be noticed in a glimpse. Seeing the white color, he suddenly remembered Hong er. He looked around like mad and when he parted his lips to call his wife's name, nothing came out.

He clenched his jaw in frustration, he decided to run through the mystifying white space. He didn't remember how long he has run. Then a faint clinking sound was heard from his side.

He whipped his head to the source of the sound and his eyes immediately went wide. Not far from him, Hong er was chained on a block of wood with no consciousness. Her surrounding was pitch black, different from his.

A wide smile appeared on his lips as he sprinted towards Hong er. But, the more he ran, the further she got. He ran again without having any thought of stopping, yet, the distance between and Hong er grew wider.

Weisheng voicelessly howled in agony. His feet started to bleed, staining the spotless white floor with bright red blood. His steps became slower and slower until it stopped, and at the same time, the distance between them stop growing.

Just after he stopped moving, he could see her lifeless face. I felt like there were hundreds of swords stabbing his heart. He fell to his knees and let his tears dripped down to the ground.

'All of this happened because of me...because of me, Hong er has to suffer…..It is because of me…' Weisheng mumbled under his breath.

He profusely slammed his head to the ground until his flesh on his forehead ripped open and revealed his skull. Yet, he didn't stop even after hearing a cracking sound of his skull.

'Because of me….It is my fault….I should just die….die….' Weisheng kept muttering to himself.

The pain on his head couldn't compare to the pain in his heart. As the pain on his head was not enough to cover up his heartache, he dug his nails into his chest and scr.a.p.ed his own flesh. If by giving his heart can bring Hong er back, he would happily do so.

Then a faint cry echoed through the white space. His bloody hands abruptly came to a stop. If he claws his chest more than that, his rib would be visible. He raised his head to look at Hong er who hasn't budged an inch, his face immediately dropped when he saw that it wasn't Hong er's.

The cry continued and it grew louder and closer to him. He turned around and saw the light that brought him here blinded his eyes once again.

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Weisheng's brow twitched and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a ceiling with a drawing of a man in black-clothes and a beautiful woman in white-clothes yearned for each other.

He widened his eyes in shock when he recalled that what he saw not long ago. He suddenly rose from the bed and caused the servants around him to jump up.

”HONG ER!” Weisheng anxiously looked around while shouting her name.

”Your Majesty Emperor! Please calm down, Your Majesty Emperor!” the servants called him as he gets down from his bed and started to break all the furniture in the room in rampage.

”Why do you wake me up?! Hong er is waiting for me! She is waiting for me there! Get away! Hong er! Hong er ah! Wait for me!” Weisheng roared with tears pouring down his eyes.

Qiyi and Qier kept calling his name, yet, none of it entered his ears. Weisheng persistently looking around the room while shouting Hong er's name. The maids slowly retreated to the corner as Weisheng's dark aura was suffocating them.