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

At this moment, Xiao Muyao's body felt as if his spine had been removed, and he slowly collapsed, limp and powerless.

The blood had soaked into a large, crimson patch on his chest, a shocking sight.

Ling Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and she leaped towards him.

Completely disregarding the hem of her skirt, she rushed forward in a few steps.

He knelt down and quickly reached out with both hands, barely managing to catch his sliding body.

Xiao Muyao lay in Lingyan's arms, his face as pale as a stone covered in frost and snow in winter, without a trace of blood.

His lips were chapped and trembling slightly, and each difficult breath seemed to take all his strength.

This caused the blood to gush out of the wound on his chest, which was still oozing blood, like an uncontrolled spring.

There was even a little crimson blood foam oozing from the corner of his mouth, slowly sliding down his chin and dripping onto Ling Yan's hand.

That warm touch, like shards of ice, stung Lingyan's heart.

Even though life is rapidly slipping away with the blood.

Deep within his eyes, two faint yet blazing flames still burned.

That was a deep affection and longing unique to Lingyan.

He struggled to raise one hand.

The hand swayed in the air, like a withered leaf carried by the autumn wind.

Then, his finger trembled as he pointed to his heart.

Every inch she moved was accompanied by a violent cough, the coughing up blood splattering onto Lingyan's clothes.

With great difficulty, he managed to muster a little strength.

Her voice was so faint it was like the buzzing of a mosquito, yet every word was filled with unwavering determination: "Since...you just won't believe me, then...I'll rip my heart out and show it to you. Then...would you...believe me?"

Seeing the tragic scene before her, Lingyan burst into tears.

Her eyes could not contain the overwhelming sorrow.

Hot tears fell like beads from a broken string, pattering down onto Xiao Muyao's bloodless face, splashing up tiny droplets.

Her hands frantically pressed against Xiao Muyao's chest, trying to stop the bleeding from the wound.

But blood still seeped from between his fingers, warm and sticky.

Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with anger and anxiety.

His tone became erratic and intermittent due to his loss of emotional control: "Are you crazy? How could you be such a mad and resolute person? You've always been the most rational person, so why are you degrading yourself like this now? Why do you have to be so crazy?"

At this point, Lingyan was already sobbing uncontrollably.

His body began to tremble violently.

Overwhelmed with sorrow, regret, fear, and worry, she was tightly bound by a tangled mess of emotions, almost suffocating her.

Xiao Muyao was heartbroken and questioned Lingyan upon hearing this.

A smile slowly crept onto his chapped lips.

That smile was like a withered flower in spring, beautiful yet broken.

His eyes were clouded with the grayness of blood loss, yet he still tried his best to focus on Ling Yan's face.

With each breath, the blood in his chest surged more fiercely, his voice was soft and trembling, yet it revealed a stubbornness and determination.

"I'm just crazy," he muttered.

Then he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered on Ling Yan's sleeve: "Without you... I will... go crazy for the rest of my life. Without you... I really can't live, even if... I don't... want... this life, or... don't want... this throne."

"Anyway... I have... arranged everything in advance, and... left an edict. If I am not back in half a year, I will have Mu Feng... produce the edict to pass the throne to... Uncle Xiang. With my uncle's... abilities... I am at ease entrusting this position to him. There is nothing... to worry about."

As he spoke, his breathing became increasingly rapid.

Then, with all his remaining strength, he gripped Lingyan's clothes tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline: "But... if I have to take the throne... in exchange for you, it's better not to exchange it at all. What's the use of guarding an empty seat... if I lose the person I love? I... I... would rather give up this dragon throne than... give up... give up... you."

After saying that, his eyelids closed, his body went limp, and he completely lost consciousness.

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Xiao Muyao struggled in the chaos for a long time, his consciousness slowly returning to its place, like a boat breaking through the fog.

With great difficulty, he lifted his heavy eyelids and saw Lingyan standing guard by his bedside.

Her head was bowed slightly, her hair was disheveled, and she looked exhausted.

He must have been constantly by his side, worrying about it day and night.

He Jingchuan, Lu Yanqing, Chu Xiyao, and Shen Qingchen were also nearby.

Seeing him awaken, her eyes lit up with joy, a joy that seemed to fill the entire room.

Yet, as if by prior agreement, they remained silent, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Lingyan, who was in a light sleep.

At this moment, Xiao Muyao felt his lips were dry and cracked, and wanted to raise his hand to touch Lingyan's hair.

But his arm felt as heavy as lead, and the slightest movement caused a sharp pain in his chest wound.

He had no choice but to give up.

Lingyan seemed to be startled by the slightest movement.

She was a light sleeper to begin with, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When her gaze fell upon Xiao Muyao's eyes, which were now awake and filled with tender affection, she was taken aback.

In an instant, joy, like a thunderclap in spring, filled his eyes.

"You're awake!" she exclaimed in surprise, her voice slightly hoarse but unable to hide her intense joy.

Before he could respond, she quickly reached out and placed three fingers lightly on his wrist, holding her breath and concentrating to carefully examine his pulse.

I sensed a steady and powerful pulse, leaping from my fingertips, as if the vitality of the past had returned.

Lingyan's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and she felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from her body, letting out a long sigh of relief.

His eyes were filled with the joy and relief of having regained what he had lost.

Xiao Muyao felt a warmth in his heart when he saw Ling Yan's joyful expression.

Then, forcing a weak smile, she said softly, "Yan'er, I'm so sorry to have made you worry so much. It's all my fault."

He paused, slightly out of breath, his gaze still fixed on her, filled with tenderness and guilt: "I'm sorry, I was too resolute."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yan lowered her eyes, recalling what had happened before, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

That smile held three parts helplessness and seven parts sigh.

She looked up at Xiao Muyao and said, "I always thought you were the most rational one, but now it seems you're the most insane one."

Xiao Muyao's chest heaved slightly as he listened to her words.

With eyes full of sincerity, he nodded emphatically in agreement: "Yes, I am a madman. I still remember when we first met on the eve of our wedding, you praised me for being rational enough. But that was because you were always by my side, so I had something to rely on, which allowed me to be calm, organized, and rational enough in everything I did."

As he spoke, his breathing quickened, and then he aggravated his wound.

He frowned slightly, but continued to himself, "But if you are not here, reason is like a rootless duckweed to me, completely gone. If you do not believe me and insist on leaving, the rest of my life will be an eternal night, and living will be torture. It would be better to die."

Having said that, his gaze was intense, as if burning with two flames, staring straight into Ling Yan's eyes: "So, now, are you willing to believe me?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yan's lips curved slightly, revealing a warm smile.

He looked up at Xiao Muyao, his eyes filled with determination and trust, and said firmly, "I believe you!"

The voice was clear and crisp, like a ray of light shining directly into Xiao Muyao's heart.

Xiao Muyao felt a sudden heat in his chest, his heart pounding in his throat.

His face instantly lit up with ecstatic joy, and he laughed loudly, "Great! You finally believe me!"

His excitement was palpable.

It seemed as if all the previous grievances, despair, sadness, heartache, and so on were being transformed into this heart full of joy.