Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

Xiao Muyao was struck hard by Ling Yan's silence.

The eagerness and anticipation on his face instantly turned into a look of panic.

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty as he swallowed the bitterness in his heart.

Her lips trembled, and she managed to squeeze out the trembling question: "You still don't believe me? Don't you believe in my abilities, or do you not believe I would do this for you?"

Her voice was soft and trembling, and the end of her voice was tinged with sobs.

Lingyan raised her eyes, met his sorrowful gaze, and looked directly at him.

With a calm expression, her lips parted slightly, and her words were clear: "I am not questioning your abilities."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Muyao felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his eyes became even redder and more piercing.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her face was contorted with heartache.

He swayed before regaining his balance.

With a hoarse, sorrowful voice, she asked, "So you don't believe I would go to such lengths for you?"

Ling Yan's gaze remained firm, looking directly into the depths of his eyes.

It seemed as if they wanted to cast out both their doubts and convictions at the same time.

He replied firmly, "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Muyao seemed to be nailed to the spot.

The tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally spilled out, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

A small wet patch appeared, just like his broken heart at this moment.

The unwavering conviction of the past crumbled in the face of Lingyan's single word, "yes."

It turned into broken bricks and tiles, leaving him heartbroken and scarred.

It took him a long time to come to his senses.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, tinged with self-mockery and resentment: "So, in your heart, I am so utterly untrustworthy..."

After saying that, he turned his head away, not wanting Lingyan to see his current disheveled and vulnerable state.

Looking at Xiao Muyao's distraught appearance, Ling Yan felt terrible.

His once clear and resolute eyes were now filled with complexity and struggle.

Guilt, reluctance, and inner turmoil tangled together, stuck in my throat, making my eyes red and filled with a sour feeling.

But she could only suppress her anger and turn her head away, refusing to look at him again.

I fear that if I look at it any longer, the high wall of reason that I have painstakingly built will collapse in this tide of heartache.

Lu Yanqing, who was standing next to him, had already removed his disguise.

He and He Jingchuan saw that the problem had not been resolved and had even become stagnant.

The two were in a hurry and moved like lightning, taking a few steps to reach Lingyan.

Lu Yanqing's eyes were already red and swollen, and tears were streaming down her face.

His body trembled slightly as he grabbed Lingyan's sleeve.

Looking up, her eyes, filled with grievance and pain, stared straight at her, sobbing uncontrollably: "Yanyan, didn't you say before that you would never abandon us? But you still cruelly abandoned us!"

He Jingchuan's eyes also filled with tears, glistening in them.

He stepped forward, his tall figure blocking some of the light.

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with heart-wrenching reluctance and longing: "Ah Ling, do you know how we would live the rest of our lives without you?"

After speaking, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he forcefully swallowed the sob that was about to escape.

Seeing the two of them in such a state, Lingyan tried her best to suppress the bitterness and guilt surging in her heart.

Her face remained calm, but the slightly clenched hem of her clothes betrayed the turmoil within her heart.

Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her tone calm to the point of being indifferent: "In this world, life goes on no matter who leaves whom. I know you can't let go right now, but as time goes by, if I am absent for too long, the memories will slowly fade away."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yanqing's eyes welled up with tears again, almost spilling over.

His chest heaved violently as he loudly retorted, "No way, Yanyan! You're rooted in our hearts, we can't uproot you. Every day without you is torture, how could we forget? Absolutely not!"

He Jingchuan's face was also filled with anxiety, and tears streamed down his face.

He looked at Lingyan almost pleadingly: "Ah Ling, you are etched into our lives, so we will never forget you!"

Xiao Muyao's gaze was fixed on Ling Yan, his eyes filled with a mixture of deep affection and sorrow, his voice hoarse but firm: "Yan'er, you should understand that our feelings for you are already etched in our hearts, how could we possibly forget?"

Lingyan gazed at them, listening to their resounding and unquestionable words.

My heart, which was as stubborn as a rock, seemed to be softened by the warm spring sun, and began to waver slightly.

At this moment, Xiao Muyao also raised his hand and wiped off the exquisite disguise on his face.

Lingyan looked closely and found that all three of them had dark stubble on their chins, standing up messily like overgrown weeds, looking haggard.

The blood vessels in his eyes crisscrossed, like a densely woven red net.

His eyes were filled with deep fatigue, and his pupils had lost their former luster.

Judging from his appearance, he must be unable to eat or sleep properly, desperately searching for her in agony.

Lingyan's heart clenched suddenly, and a feeling of tenderness grew wildly like vines, entangling her heart.

With a slight frown, she finally let out a helpless sigh.

The sigh drifted out, filled with unbearable sorrow.

The mental defenses that had been built up earlier also cracked almost imperceptibly in that instant.

Xiao Muyao trembled slightly upon hearing that helpless sigh.

He looked at Ling Yan, his voice slightly hoarse, but he still tried his best to make every word clear: "Yan'er, I know in my heart that the root cause of your resolute departure lies with me. The other two were just incidental. But what do you want me to do for you to believe me?"

After Xiao Muyao finished speaking, he stared at Ling Yan with longing eyes.

His chest rose and fell rapidly with his breathing, as if waiting for an answer that could rescue him from this quagmire of pain.

But Lingyan simply lowered her eyes and remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together, her expression indifferent.

She didn't respond to his words at all, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

Xiao Muyao waited patiently, but Ling Yan before him was like a cold statue, offering no response.

The light in his eyes was like a candle flickering in the wind, extinguished in an instant.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but the curve was full of despair and bitterness, as if all the bitterness in his heart had been condensed into those lines.

"It seems I can't convince you no matter what I do, is that right?"

He muttered to himself, his voice barely audible, revealing self-mockery and resignation.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, his steps slow but resolute.

Step by step, it seemed as if they were trying to leave this place of sorrow.

The figure disappeared into the shadows, appearing as if resolutely leaving, having given up all hope.

Lingyan smiled faintly upon seeing this.

It's better to give up.

It's okay to leave.

Little did they know, he simply didn't want any of them to stop him.

Because Xiao Muyao left the group, and at a time when no one expected it.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed out from his sleeve.

Then, gripping the hilt tightly, without the slightest hesitation, he raised the dagger high and plunged it fiercely into his own heart.

The sharp blade pierced his body, and blood splattered instantly, staining his clothes red.

The liquid trickled down the folds of her clothes, dripping onto the ground and forming striking "red plum blossoms."

In fact, when he took out the dagger, the reflection was like a bolt of lightning, piercing into Ling Yan's eyes.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned deathly pale.

His blood seemed to freeze at that moment, and then he unleashed all his power.

She screamed desperately, "No!"

The shout seemed to pierce the clouds and tear apart the sky.

Filled with endless terror and despair, every syllable was torn to pieces.

In the same instant, she swiftly raised her hand, and several silver needles shot out like shooting stars.

But she had no internal strength, so how could she withstand Xiao Muyao's resolute force?

So although he had to expend some effort as a result, he ultimately couldn't change the situation.

The other four were also startled back to their senses by the shout.

His eyes widened in an instant, and his expression changed drastically.

They tried to stop it immediately, but it was too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the tip of the dagger pierced his chest, blood splattering everywhere.

Because Xiao Muyao had precisely controlled the distance between himself and the others.

This distance is like an invisible chasm.

He had planned it in advance, knowing they wouldn't have time to stop him.

So no matter how skilled they were, they couldn't save him.