After breaking off the engagement, my aloof fiancée regretted it

Ye Tianming stared blankly at Yun Manyao's back, his expression becoming complicated.

Yun Manyao's figure seemed so lonely; her white dress fluttering gently in the breeze only served to highlight her loneliness.

She slowly squatted down, hugged her knees with her hands and buried her head deeply in them. Her shoulders trembled slightly and suppressed sobs came from her slender figure.

Tears slid down uncontrollably, dripping onto the steps under my feet, forming tiny teardrops.

After a while, Yun Manyao raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance, her eyes empty and confused.

That beautiful face was now covered with traces of tears, and the once lively eyes had lost their luster, leaving only endless pain and sorrow.

The breeze blew by, ruffling her hair. A few strands of hair stuck to her tear-stained cheeks, adding a bit of sadness and helplessness.

At this moment, Yun Manyao was like a flower withering in a storm, fragile and pitiful.

The pride and self-confidence I once had seemed to be completely shattered at this moment, leaving only a heart full of scars and unspeakable pain.

Ye Tianming sighed, and his mood became extremely complicated.

Although the original hatred has dissipated a little, I cannot truly forgive him.

He simply looked away.

The healing pill took effect, allowing the spiritual power in his body to recover quickly.

However, the terrifying pressure was like an invisible giant net, covering the sky and the earth.

This pressure seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, carrying with it endless oppression and destruction.

Every bit of pressure was like a heavy mountain, pressing down hard on Ye Tianming, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Ye Tianming tried to lift his feet, but found himself stuck in a thick quagmire, and every step forward required tremendous effort.

Veins bulged on his forehead and sweat poured down his face, soaking his clothes.

"This pressure is too terrifying. I'm afraid I can't go up. Su Yao, go up by yourself and don't worry about me."

Ye Tianming's voice was full of helplessness.

The pressure was too terrifying. If he continued to go up, his body would probably turn into a ball of blood mist.

He clearly felt that he had reached his limit.

Su Yao heard this, and a trace of determination flashed across her beautiful face: "No, I won't abandon you!"

Having said that, she walked up to Ye Tianming without hesitation and released her own spiritual power, trying to resist some of the forbidden pressure for Ye Tianming.

However, is it so easy to resist the pressure of this restriction?

In an instant, Su Yao felt an irresistible force coming like a surging tide. The force was brutal and violent. Her delicate body trembled slightly, like a delicate little flower in the wind.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Su Yao's mouth. The bright red blood slowly slid down her fair chin, leaving a shocking mark on her beautiful face.

When Ye Tianming saw this scene, he felt deeply moved.

He looked at Su Yao's stubborn and strong back, feeling mixed emotions.

But her back was slender yet straight, revealing a tenacity that refused to yield, as if telling of her determination.

Su Yao's face gradually became as pale as paper, without the previous rosy luster, but her eyes were always firm, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining brightly.

She clenched her teeth, leaving deep marks on her lips.

But she still tried hard to hold on.

"Walk together!"

Su Yao's voice was firm, clear and pleasant, like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, yet it carried an unquestionable power.

Her voice sounded particularly clear amidst this terrifying pressure, like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing new hope to Ye Tianming.

At this moment, although Su Yao had blood oozing from the corners of her mouth and her face was pale, the determination and fearlessness she exuded had an irresistible charm, a beauty that transcended appearance.

Ye Tianming couldn't help but said: "Su Yao, you don't have to do this, it's too dangerous."

Su Yao turned her head and gave Ye Tianming a weak but extremely warm smile: "I think it's worth it."

Her hair was flying in disarray under the pressure, and her originally delicate face now looked a little disheveled, but her determined eyes made her exude a different kind of beauty.

Su Yao's clothes rustled under the pressure, as if they would be torn apart at any time.

Ye Tianming's heart trembled.

He never thought that Su Yao, who was just a chance acquaintance, would fight so hard for him at this moment.

As if encouraged, Ye Tianming nodded heavily.

He took another step forward.

With Su Yao's help, the terrifying pressure was obviously weakened.

Ye Tianming clenched his teeth. With every step he took, he could feel the soreness and trembling of his leg muscles.

His feet gripped the steps so tightly that his toes turned white from the exertion.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, blurring his vision, but he didn't bother to wipe it off and just focused on climbing up.

Su Yao's breathing was rapid and disordered. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

She leaned forward slightly, using all her strength to resist some of the pressure for Ye Tianming. Every second seemed like she was bearing a tremendous weight.

In this way, the two of them successfully stepped out of the third floor.

However, at this moment, Su Yao seemed to have reached her limit.

Her face was as pale as death, without a trace of blood. Her once lively eyes had become dull and unfocused.

His lips were pale and cracked with blood oozing out of them. They were trembling slightly, and it seemed that even breathing had become extremely difficult.

Su Yao's body was shaking violently, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

Sweat soaked her clothes, which stuck tightly to her body, outlining her slender but extremely tired figure.

Every breath was accompanied by a painful groan, and the chest rose and fell violently, but still could not get enough oxygen.

Blood kept gushing out from the corners of her mouth, staining her chest red.

Even so, there was still a hint of stubbornness and indomitable spirit in Su Yao's eyes. She tried hard to mobilize her spiritual power, wanting to continue to block some of the pressure from Ye Tianming.

However, the pressure from the stairs was more terrifying than she had imagined.

In an instant, her breathing became disordered.

"puff!"

Su Yao spit out another large mouthful of blood, and her body could no longer support her, and she fell down softly. Ye Tianming's eyes were full of worry and anxiety, but he couldn't even raise his hand.

I can only look at her anxiously, "Su Yao, what's wrong with you?"

At this critical moment, Su Yao held on to her body and stabilized herself.

She was breathing heavily, but her eyes remained firm.

"I'm fine, I can still hold on."

Su Yao's voice was weak but powerful.

Ye Tianming looked at her stubborn appearance, his heart filled with emotion and heartache.

"Su Yao, don't hold on, you've done enough."

Su Yao bit her lip. "No, we can definitely get there."