The door opened slowly. Ji Ruyue stood there, her beautiful face streaked with tears. She pressed her lips together tightly, trying not to cry out, but the moment she saw Watermelon, she could no longer hold back. With a WAIL, she burst into sobs and threw herself into his arms, weeping and choking, unable to say a word.
Watermelon stood there, stunned, like a wooden puppet. Gradually, he seemed to regain some awareness. His stiff arms slowly moved to Ji Ruyue's waist, and bit by bit, he pulled her tight.
Just then, Qin Li quietly slipped out. A gentle breeze pushed the door shut without a sound. Standing outside, Qin Li let out a long sigh. 'Fate truly plays tricks on people,' he thought. 'If I hadn't happened to run into Watermelon, I would have nearly missed such a life-and-death romance. If Watermelon were to die, Ji Ruyue would surely suffer for the rest of her life.'
