Chapter 817: Died for Love

Above the high altitude, the titanium-alloy steel cable spanning two buildings…… was still gliding smoothly.

The bitter night wind…… raged wildly in the midair several hundred meters up, making the surrounding air currents howl in gusts.

Beneath their feet…… lay the city nightscape of countless lights stretching endlessly.

The vertigo of being several hundred meters high…… constantly enveloped them.

Lin Yuan's whole person…… was in a dazed state.

He was caught off guard hearing Qin Bore's soft question; his mind went blank instantly, his whole self stood dumbstruck, and a wave of panic surged in his heart.

He hardly thought at all, instinctively giving a slight shake of his head.

Lin Yuan's voice…… carried a hint of barely noticeable panic and stiffness as he denied in a low voice:

"No, no."

At this moment, the two…… remained tightly embraced.

Qin Bore's slender, soft arms…… firmly locked around his waist, her warm body pressed closely against his.

Between them there was not a gap, the ultimate sense of intimacy…… clearly transmitted between them.

Lin Yuan…… could truly feel…… the gentle loveliness of the beauty in his arms.

Her delicate skin, light physique……

And the cool yet gentle aura that surrounded her…… every aspect was stunningly beautiful, stirring hearts and souls.

Actually, Lin Yuan's heart…… had already fallen for this woman who was decisive in battle yet utterly gentle.

But…… he never dared to openly admit this feeling.

Qin Bore was too dazzlingly excellent, her strength unfathomable, her aura powerful and edged;

In her every gesture…… she bore a vision and fortitude beyond ordinary people, an innate powerful aura that invisibly gave him immense psychological pressure.

The vast disparity…… made Lin Yuan feel timid, unable to face his own feelings.

Lin Yuan could only deny in panic, deliberately concealing his heart's movement.

The moment his blurted denial…… fell.

Before him…… Qin Bore, who leaned gently against him…… her posture paused slightly.

Qin Bore's originally…… lovely face with a hint of tenderness…… instantly stiffened.

The tender, soft smile in her eyes just moments ago…… completely faded, replaced by a bone‑chilling coldness.

Qin Bore's surrounding gentle aura…… suddenly dissipated.

The night wind at high altitude…… seemed to turn bitterly cold and piercing as well.

She lifted her gaze to lock onto Lin Yuan; all warmth vanished from her clear eyes, leaving only a faint chill.

Her tone…… carried a hint of incredulous cold questioning:

"What did you say? You don't like me??"

Faced with Qin Bore's suddenly cold gaze, Lin Yuan's Adam's apple twitched slightly, his heart panicking to the extreme.

On his face…… he could only force a feigned calm expression, gritting his teeth and nodding awkwardly;

Lin Yuan deliberately made his tone flat: "Well, I don't like you."

He spoke insincere words with his mouth……

But Lin Yuan's heart…… was already utterly hollow.

He didn't even dare to meet Qin Bore's clear, cold gaze with his eyes…… he unconsciously averted his gaze, letting it fall upon the endless city nightscape below his feet.

No one knows his true feelings better than he himself; his denial just now was pure pretense and cowardice from start to finish.

How could he possibly not like Qin Bore?

From the first time he saw that woman with exquisite brows and extraordinary aura, he had already fallen deeply, a genuine love at first sight.

This secret love hidden in his heart had taken root and sprouted over countless days and nights, already occupying an irreplaceable place in his heart.

In countless late nights, Qin Bore's brows, eyes, and figure would quietly appear in his dreams, gentle and stunning, leaving him unable to forget for a long time.

Yet even if his heart was full of joy and affection, he still dared not utter these feelings.

Lin Yuan possessed exceptional self‑awareness; he knew that an unbridgeable chasm lay between him and Qin Bore.

Qin Bore's strength is unfathomable, her beauty peerless, her aura mighty, her vision and stature far beyond ordinary people—a dazzling figure standing above the clouds.

By contrast, he came from humble origins, his foundation shallow; even if he had managed to scrape together a trifling achievement, before true powerhouses and great figures he remained just an ordinary person drifting in society's lower strata, a nobody.

Lin Yuan firmly believed deep down that the radiant Qin Bore could never take notice of a plain, ordinary self with nothing remarkable.

Besides that, his heart…… harbored an insurmountable guilt and inferiority.

His feelings have always been tangled, with many emotional entanglements around him, and his own emotional state is already in chaos.

How could someone who is not even faithful, and somewhat lacking, deserve a pure, stunning, and fearlessly candid Qin Bore?

He well knew he was not a worthy partner.

Lin Yuan's innate mediocrity, the disparity of his circumstances, and his own shortcomings—layer upon layer of gaps—made him dare not reveal even a hint of feeling from beginning to end; he could only forcibly suppress the surging love in his heart, using cold denial to push away the person he longed for with all his heart.

Qin Bore's gaze pierced to the bone, her cold voice carrying the high‑altitude wind, suddenly rang out.

"You don't like me? Then why did you risk your life to save me?"

The moment her words fell, the arm that had originally been wrapped around Lin Yuan's waist slowly loosened.

Feeling the sudden emptiness at his waist, Lin Yuan's whole self instantly went completely dazed.

At this moment the two were several hundred meters above ground, with nothing but an abyss beneath their feet and no support whatsoever.

His mind went blank, and a surge of extreme terror and panic welled up in his heart.

He could not possibly guess what Qin Bore's abnormal action at this moment intended.

An overwhelming sense of crisis swept over his whole body; Lin Yuan hurriedly spoke, his voice thick with panic.

"Big sis, what on earth are you doing?"

Qin Bore's eyes lost all tenderness, leaving only icy stubbornness; she stared fixedly at him.

"I'm just asking you, do you like me or not? Tell the truth!"

Faced with her step-by-step pressing questioning, Lin Yuan still gritted his teeth, refusing to admit it.

The inferiority and timidity in his heart made him continue... choosing to stubbornly hide his true feelings.

Seeing him still insist on denying, the last trace of patience in Qin Bore's eyes was completely exhausted.

She no longer said another word of nonsense; her palm suddenly loosened, completely abandoning her protection of Lin Yuan.

Immediately after, she exerted a little force with her wrist, directly shoving Lin Yuan in front of her hard.

The sudden push caused Lin Yuan, who was already hanging and sliding in midair, to instantly lose all balance.

His whole body completely broke free from reliance on the steel cable; his body suddenly became weightless and plummeted downward at high speed.

The crushing sensation of weightlessness from the rapid fall slammed into him; Lin Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, his brain completely shut down.

He let out a frantic roar in his heart; the woman before him was simply crazy!

The biting cold wind howled and exploded in his ears, whipping his cheeks until they ached.

In the rapidly falling view, the ground lights enlarged swiftly; the suffocating feeling of death completely enveloped his whole body.

At this moment, Lin Yuan truly believed... he would undoubtedly die, about to fall hundreds of meters and be smashed to pieces.

His body uncontrollably plummeted toward the ground at extreme speed.

At the very moment Lin Yuan was filled with despair, on the brink of a deadly situation.

Qin Bore, high above in the sky, suddenly released her grip on the steel cable.

Her slender, lovely figure followed closely behind, breaking free from the high-altitude restraint, and swooped down toward the falling Lin Yuan at high speed.

Qin Bore's posture was light yet swift; she rushed down along the falling air current, instantly closing the distance with Lin Yuan.

The biting cold wind of the fall... wildly blew her black hair, the flying strands accentuating her beautiful face, making it even more lively and radiant.

She turned her head to look at Lin Yuan, who was likewise in a weightless state and plummeting rapidly; the corner of her mouth suddenly lifted into a bright, unrestrained smile.

That smile feared neither the danger of high altitude nor the desperation of life and death, carrying a hint of stubbornness and entangled obsession.

"Want to die together with sister?"

The wind... crushed her soft voice, transmitting clearly through the howling airflow into Lin Yuan's ears.

Lin Yuan's pupils trembled, his chest surged with extreme panic; gazing at the calmly smiling Qin Bore beside him, his heart filled with disbelief.

The intense weightlessness from the rapid fall kept striking his limbs; Lin Yuan's whole body completely sank to the brink of collapse.

He exerted all his strength to roar, but the wind tore his voice into ragged fragments.

"Are you crazy? Don't you want to live?"

The city lights below grew clearer, the hard outline of the ground gradually became distinct, and the oppressive feeling of death reached its peak.

Their bodies uncontrollably sank rapidly; the distance to the ground visibly shortened at high speed.

Facing the howling high-altitude wind, she looked at Lin Yuan, whose face was full of panic and collapse; her tone was gentle yet extremely stubborn.

In the life-or-death critical moment, Qin Bore still showed no panic; her clear beautiful eyes blinked lightly.

"Yeah, sister doesn't want to live—do you like sister or not?"

Yeah, sister doesn't want to live—do you like sister or not?

Lin Yuan's mind was shaken; a huge surge rose in his heart; he never imagined that, at the brink of life and death, this woman would still insist on asking that question.

The biting cold wind slammed hard into Lin Yuan's face, whipping his skin numb; the intense weightlessness of the rapid fall made his five viscera churn, his head spinning.

The boundary between life and death blurred before his eyes; the outlines of the buildings on the ground grew clearer, and the chill of death tightly wrapped his whole body.

Lin Yuan looked at Qin Bore beside her, her brows calm, willing to die with him; the pitiful pride and stubbornness in his heart instantly collapsed.

All his worries, all his timidity, all the self-tugging hidden in his heart—before this life-and-death desperate situation, they became worthless.

Lin Yuan clenched his teeth hard; his gums ached; the long-suppressed emotions burst through all pretense, bursting out with a hint of desperate resignation and a howl.

"I like you! I like you, okay?!"

This heartfelt confession, held back for a long time, was torn by the wind into a hoarse sound, yet each word remained clear, echoing in the howling airflow.

At the moment the words fell, Qin Bore, whose expression had always been cold and stubborn beside him, suddenly burst into an extremely bright smile.

That smile broke through the icy cold of the high altitude, like a thawing sun; the clear, pleasant laughter rang like silver bells in the wind, beautiful and moving, making people's eyes tremble.

She turned her exquisite, peerless face; her eyes were gentle yet mischievous, fixedly looking at the disheveled, panicked Lin Yuan; her tone was light and airy, with a hint of lazy teasing.

"You really do like me, huh."

The brief tenderness vanished instantly; the corner of her mouth slightly relaxed, a hint of coolness appeared in her eyes, each word clearly transmitted into Lin Yuan's ears.

"Too bad, sister doesn't like you, huh."

Lin Yuan's whole body froze instantly; his chest felt as if gripped tightly by a cold wind, suddenly surging with a sour, stifling ache.

In the gap of his panicked rapid fall, he fiercely glanced at Qin Bore, his eyes full of speechlessness and helplessness.

He simply couldn't understand this woman's thoughts; even at this life-and-death juncture, she was still fussing over winning and losing, weighing gains and losses.

"We're both going to die—what's the point of saying this??"

He instinctively lowered his gaze downward; the originally distant ground was now right before his eyes, the hard concrete pavement and scattered street lights clearly visible, painfully sharp.

The visible distance rapidly closed; the shadow of death spread across the sky and earth, pressing down, leaving no room for luck.

The howling wind kept striking his body; the falling speed grew ever faster; gravity pulled at his limbs, making him feel stiff and powerless all over.

Lin Yuan clearly knew in his heart that this fall from hundreds of meters high offered no chance of survival; tonight they would undoubtedly die.

Despair completely enveloped his body, yet the last thought flashing through his mind was not reluctance or fear, but that willful, wanton woman before him.

He used all his strength to steady his chaotic breath, pressing against the wind's oppression, speaking urgently and earnestly, his voice carrying the calm of facing death.

"Qin Bore, listen to me! I'll hit the ground first!"

Qin Bore, listen to me! In a moment I'll fall to my death on the ground!

"After you landed on me, you used my body as a cushion!"

"Perhaps... you still have a slight chance to survive!"

"When he spoke these words, he showed no hesitation, his tone calm and resolute, having already prepared to die in her place."

"Even if his body would be crushed to dust, even if the ending would be total oblivion, he gladly sacrificed his life to give her a chance to survive."

"Qin Bore heard this, her brows slightly raised, her body suspended in midfall swaying gently in the gale, her tone soft yet stubborn, feigning a soft voice while wearing a completely serious expression."

"Ah, but I want to die with you, I want to follow you in death."

"Lin Yuan heard this and was instantly speechless, his throat feeling as if a breath were stuck, leaving him utterly unable to speak."

"We are already at the point where our lives hang by a thread, life and death imminent, yet this woman still has the mind to joke about life and death."

"He felt helpless, torn between laughter and tears, his mind filled only with the word 'absurd'."

"Their falling speed continued to surge, gravitational potential energy wildly crushing their bones and flesh."

"The bitter high-altitude wind continued to rage wildly, mercilessly lashing at their bodies."

"The distance between them shrank rapidly, death's steps already within arm's reach, within grasp."

"In Lin Yuan's view, the ground buildings, street traffic, and roadside lights had become crystal clear."

"An intense feeling of suffocation tightly gripped Lin Yuan's chest, making his breathing become rapid and heavy."

"The hard, icy cement floor loomed up, emitting a cold metallic and stone sheen, exuding a deadly sense of oppression."

"Just as Lin Yuan closed his eyes and focused, preparing to face the deadly moment of crashing to the ground."

"His muscles were already tensed to the limit, his nerves stretched to the brink of snapping, having prepared himself for severe bodily injury and death here."

"A pair of slender, fair arms shot out with great strength, without hesitation tightly embracing Lin Yuan's body."

"A soft yet powerful figure suddenly accelerated, precisely pressing close to his falling form."

"A gentle sensation transmitted through the thin clothing, dulling the bone-chilling cold of the high-altitude ordeal."

"Qin Bore pressed her entire body against his back, firmly locking him in her embrace, not allowing him to slip away in the slightest."

"You are even willing to let me lie on your corpse."

"She leaned in slightly, her red lips lightly touching the edge of Lin Yuan's ear, her warm breath cutting through the howling wind, her voice soft and low yet each word firm."

"How could I bear to let you die?"