Kneeling in the snow on the set, Chen Ming seemed to hear Lu Yang's voice. His lips kept parting and closing, and ragged, intensely suppressed gasps escaped from them.
That spine—which had never once bent in the face of assassins, the temptations of Wei Zhongxian, or the coercion of Zhao Jingzhong—finally collapsed. It was as if his very spirit and vitality had been sucked out of him in a single instant, and his two hands on the ground could no longer support his body.
Chen Ming's torso pitched forward as if he were about to plunge face-first into the snow, but he barely managed to steady himself. In that exact fraction of a second, he closed his eyes, let his tears fall, and opened his mouth in a soundless, all-in-one roar.
Chapter 122