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"Ah?!"

Furong's face flushed instantly, as if she was hit by a sudden spell.

She subconsciously took a step back and stared at Deveraux with wide eyes, her eyes full of surprise and shyness.

"Deveraux..."

Her voice trembled a little, trying to calm her heartbeat, but to no avail.

"I...we have only known each other for less than two hours! How can you ask such a question?!"

Her tone was mixed with panic and shyness, as if she didn't know how to deal with this sudden confession.

Her hands pinched the hem of her robe nervously, as if she was trying to find something to do to cover up her embarrassment.

Deveraux looked at her quietly, without rushing to speak.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, which seemed to hide some elusive meaning.

"Two hours?"

He repeated it softly, his tone calm as if he was stating an insignificant fact.

Then, he tilted his head slightly, with a playful look and a subtle sigh in his eyes.

"That's been quite a long time for me."

Deveraud slowly approached Furong, his footsteps were so light that they made almost no sound.

Furong subconsciously held her breath, and her heartbeat accelerated when she felt his approach.

However, Deveraud stopped less than a step away from her.

He did not get closer, but just stood there quietly, looking at her intently and deeply, as if he wanted to take everything about her into his eyes.

"Furong,"

His voice was low, with a subtle heaviness.

"I have something to tell you."

Furong forced herself to take a deep breath, raised her head and looked directly at him, trying to make her tone sound more relaxed.

"As long as it's not a confession, then just say it."

She raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, but that smile failed to cover up the tension in her eyes.

Hearing this, Deveraud smiled slightly, and a hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

He shook his head slightly, as if he was helpless about her reaction.

"Definitely not."

He said, his tone was calm, but it was full of indescribable solemnity.

Then, he restrained his smile and his expression became more serious than ever before.

His eyes never left Furong's face, as if he was waiting for her to be mentally prepared.

"I'm going to die soon."

This sentence was like a silent thunder, exploding in Furong's mind.

She froze in place, as if she didn't hear his words clearly. After a moment, she came back to her senses, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, Devereux,"

She sneered, with obvious distrust in her tone.

"If you want to play tricks on people, you should make up a better reason, right?"

Devereux was not disturbed by her reaction.

He looked down at the watch on his wrist, his tone still terrifyingly calm.

"To be precise,"

he said, as if he was stating a very ordinary fact.

"Half an hour left. I still have that much time to live."

Fleur stared at him, trying to find a trace of joking in his expression.

However, there was no trace of joking on Deveraux's face.

His expression was so calm, yet it carried a sense of reality that could not be ignored.

Her heart could not help but waver, and her voice unconsciously lowered.

"You are really not joking? Then why is this? Are you...sick?"

Deveraux shook his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, with a little apology and a sense of relief in that smile.

"I'm sorry, that question just now was indeed a bit presumptuous."

He paused, and his eyes fell gently on Fleur.

"Well, or, if I really die in half an hour, what do you want to tell me most now?"

Hearing this, Fleur fell into a brief contemplation.

She lowered her eyes, frowned slightly, as if she was weighing something important.

After a moment, she raised her head and her eyes fell directly on Deveraux's face.

Deveraud thought she would refute or ask more questions, but the next scene was completely beyond his expectations.

Furong suddenly showed a sly smile, which was playful and unruly.

Then, she rushed to Deveraud in two steps, and before he could react, she put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

Deveraud froze in place, even forgetting to breathe.

He could clearly feel Furong's body temperature, their cheeks were almost touching, her soft hair gently brushed against his ears, accompanied by her warm breath, like a breeze flowing by his ears.

"Furong..."

He subconsciously whispered, but was gently interrupted by her.

"Shh..."

Furong's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, like a feather falling on her ear.

"If I don't see you in half an hour,"

her voice was trembling, but her tone was particularly firm.

"Then I want to hug you until then, at least... you won't be alone."

Deverot was stunned. His eyes widened slightly, and his face was full of shock, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.

But soon, the shock was replaced by a gentle emotion.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a slightly moist luster appeared in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, raised his arms, and slowly hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to engrave this moment in his memory forever.

"Thank you..."

His voice was low and gentle, like gratitude overflowing from the bottom of his heart.

The two of them hugged each other quietly, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only each other's heartbeats echoing in their ears.

(Don't worry, love is definitely not the theme of this article! I'll tell you guys more about it soon! These contents are to pave the way for the battle later!)

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