Chapter 160: Death of Uchiha Ho (Part )

Everyone came over, and Uchiha Chiho first looked at the team members he led, "Don't cry... It was so hard... to get you all alive..."

The six peers who were taken by Chiho to escape were crying in confusion, "Chiho-sister... Chiho-sister should have given up on us earlier, why did she risk her life for useless guys like us..."

"Maybe... it's because... when I was weak... I also had a captain who was very good at taking care of people?" Uchiha Chiho's smile spread a little, "He always... could arrive in time... and save me...

So... seeing you guys... it was like... myself back then... I couldn't help but... do it... and... Akihiko..."

"Ah, I'm listening." Uchiha Akihiko put down his hands that were covering his eyes and looked at Uchiha Chiho seriously, "Go ahead."

"I... have always been... jealous of you..." Uchiha Chiho's face was pale, but the smile on her lips still gave people a bright feeling, "I also want to stand... so close to Ling Jun..."

"If you want it, just tell me earlier. I don't want to serve this unpredictable guy anymore." Uchiha Akihiko looked sad, but pretended to be relaxed. "Only girls like you would be fooled by this guy's appearance and ignore his bad behavior."

“Don’t… say that… You obviously… trust… and admire Ling Jun so much…” Uchiha Chiho lowered her eyes, and after taking a few breaths, she gathered a little strength again, “Can you help me… say goodbye to Hong…?

He saved me... once... and I paid him back... we are even... and... he wants to help me scold him... He actually... said... he didn't need... the wounded to cover the retreat... it's really... too bad..."

"Well, I'll help you scold him and make him cry then."

As if she thought of some funny scene, Uchiha Chiho couldn't help laughing out loud, but because of the pain on her wound, she coughed up blood.

“Chiho! Stop talking, stop talking,” Uchiha Masaki trembled and grabbed Uchiha Chiho’s hand, “There must be a way to save you, you won’t die, you won’t die…”

"Yashu..."

“I’m here, I’m here,” bright red tears slid down Uchiha Masaki’s face, splashing tiny blood flowers on the ground, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I should have been able to save you, I’m sorry…”

"Don't... apologize..." Uchiha Chiho shook her head slightly, her face turning dark blue due to excessive blood loss, "I... actually always... knew... about Masaaki's feelings... Maki and the others... always complained to me... Even though Masaaki... seemed to be obedient... he would always secretly look at me...

But... I'm sorry... My heart... is just like Yashu's... very small... It has long been... only able to hold one person... So... I can't respond... to Yashu's feelings..."

Uchiha Masaki choked up, his eyes, which had returned to pitch black, turned scarlet again, and he could hardly utter a word.

"Ling Jun..."

Ling raised his head slightly when he heard this. His pale complexion was not much better than Uchiha Chiho's. "Yes, I'm here."

"Can I... touch your face?" Uchiha Chiho's voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum, but she was still smiling, "Come to think of it... it's really funny... I've always been... chasing you... but in the end... the closest I ever got to having you... was when I was ignorant... and I drugged you..."

Ling stood up and walked to the other side. He fumbled and held Uchiha Chiho's hand, lowered his head and put it on her palm. "Yeah, yes, I was really scared at that time."

"I'm...sorry..."

"Why do you say that?"

"I...now...actually feel lucky...that Ling Jun...will never see again..." Uchiha Chiho's pupils had begun to dilate, but she still stared stubbornly in Ling's direction, "I must...look extremely ugly now, right?

I... am really useless... I have been borrowed strength from Akihiko... but I am still like this... Haha... As expected... women are... not as good as men... right?"

"Don't say such things." Ling tightened his grip on Uchiha Chiho's hand slightly, "I have never felt that Chiho is inferior to her peers because of her gender. Chiho is a very smart, powerful, and trustworthy companion... I knew this from the first day I met Chiho."

"Haha... That's great..." Uchiha Chiho's lips curled up slightly, "I can... leave... without any regrets..."

"Don't laugh." Ling lowered his head and rested his forehead against Uchiha Chiho's palm. His throat seemed to be strangled, and his voice sounded extremely dry. "You can cry, Chiho, you can cry."

Uchiha Chiho's eyes regained some spirit. She seemed to want to laugh, but after moving her lips a few times, tears overflowed from her eyes first. The strength that she had maintained until now collapsed, "What should I do... Lingjun... I really... feel so hurt... so scared...

I still want to...experience more with Ling Jun...I want to leave...better...memories with everyone...What should I do...I don’t want to die...I don’t want to die…”

Listening to the tiny sobs, Ling opened his mouth several times before making a sound, but the voice was extremely dry, "I'm sorry... I'm late."

Tears still rushed out of her eyes and slid down Uchiha Chiho's face. She felt that she had regained some strength and couldn't help but hold Ling's hand with her backhand, "I... I really want to go home... I really want to go home...

I... don't... like fighting... I really want to... really want to... just be... an ordinary person... so annoying... really... so tired... so annoying... I want to go home... Lingjun... I really want to... go home..."

Ling opened his five fingers and interlocked them with Uchiha Chiho's hand, which had begun to lose temperature. His brows were still filled with sadness, but a gentle smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. Only his voice could not hide the trembling. "Then I'll take you home... Chiho, just sleep peacefully. When you wake up, you'll be home."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really..." Ling pursed his lips several times, but the corners of his mouth finally froze in that gentle arc, "You know, I never lie."

"So...we...have a deal?"

"Well, it's settled... go to sleep, I'll take you home."

The moment she got the answer, the girl finally closed her already exhausted eyes and let out her last long breath.

The morning sun, which had been silent for a night, rose from the east. After kissing the tears at the corners of the girl's eyes, it cast its soft morning light on the girl's cheeks, illuminating her face, which was still beautiful even though it was stained with a little dust.

The bright and beautiful girl slept quietly in the morning light, dreaming a dream from which she would never wake up.