Gu Shaocheng seemed to have a very long dream. In the dream, he saw the figures of life and death, depicted with grotesque forms of a buffalo and a horse. They wanted to pull Chenxing away from his arms. In his dream, he saw Chenxing covered in blood, such acute agony was like reaching the end of life. He firmly held onto the frail woman, unwilling to let go. It seemed like someone wanted to pry his fingers open, but the more they tried, the tighter he hugged her. He wouldn't let go, wouldn't let go... even if it cost him his life. Chenxing was his, only his, solely belonged to Gu Shaocheng.
This woman, whom he had finally found after much effort, and into whose heart he had painstakingly found his way, and even heard her confession of love, just when in this lifetime he had just started to walk hand-in-hand with her on the path of happiness, nobody could dream of snatching her away from him.
An honorable man can be killed but not humiliated!
