Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 244: Chapter 241: Split Open

The two just stared at each other.

Right after his words fell, an overwhelmingly oppressive atmosphere spread between them.

Her fingers, tightly gripping the car window frame, turned pale.

This time, he actively avoided her gaze, staring into the pitch-black night ahead.

Wen Xian looked at his indifferent face, feeling the coolness of his breath, and suddenly she laughed again.

It seemed like she tried to hide certain emotions deep within herself. Then, she spoke, “Okay, I know. I accept the breakup you mentioned.”

Her tone was excessively soft when she spoke, as if nothing really hurt her. She paused, then added,

“But since we have broken up, there’s no need for you to take me back. I can go back on my own.”

By the end of her words, her voice slightly trembled.

Not far away was the highway, still bustling with passing cars. She would make it back.

She definitely would.

After saying this, without waiting for him to speak again, she turned and opened the car door, and got out.

And the moment she left,

His hand, resting on the steering wheel, clenched tightly, veins faintly visible on the back of his hand.

But in the end,

he slowly turned his head, staring at her retreating figure without looking back, “…”

Until her figure walked farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the night.

His stiff body seemed unable to hold itself anymore, suddenly punching the steering wheel and cursing, “Damn it!”

This really is fucking messed up!

Lu Xiao’s jaw clenched, his muscles tense, the redness seeming to appear in his cold and sharp eyes, like a wild beast about to lose control at the brink.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

His fist clenched tightly, as if he wished it could sink into his palm.

Why mention a breakup.

He had no right to love her!

He had said he would protect her.

Not hurt her!

And damn it, if today he had slightly trembled his hand and missed the shot, whether she’d still be alive was another matter!

…

The oppressive night sky seemed to press lower, the wind carrying sand grains, whipping up a cold gust across the desert.

Wen Xian had just kept walking after getting out of the car, relentless, never looking back.

She didn’t glance behind.

But as she walked, suddenly, she felt something wet on her cheek.

Her body stiffened, and she slowly lifted her hand.

The tips of her fingers touched a water drop.

Wen Xian’s view blurred increasingly—she couldn’t see in front of her clearly, yet she still forced herself to walk on.

But the more she walked, it felt like a bloody, gaping wound was tearing open at the bottom of her heart, blood continually seeping out.

She couldn’t control it; her vision grew more blurred, her nose more sour.

Soon, whatever emotions she had been desperately suppressing reached their limit, and tears started to fall heavily.

What should she do.

What should she do about this.

She raised her hand to wipe them away, frantically trying to clear them, but the tears were like a dam burst by a flood, continuously flowing out, more and more.

Her heart felt as if it had been torn apart by a tremendous sense of powerlessness and despair, aching incessantly, irreparable.

What should she do, he doesn’t want her anymore.

He said he regretted it.

Clenching her fists and leaving without looking back, she didn’t know how long she had walked before she finally stopped.

Head bowed, hands pressed against her eyes, she bit her lip hard, the sourness at her nose unbearable, and suddenly, tears rushed forth.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, from the initial controlled sobbing to, eventually—