Dai Mubai's faint voice broke the deathly silence.
Manager Wang seemed to have been released from a binding spell. He jolted violently, then scrambled toward the counter on all fours, frantically searching through everything.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
Please, just leave already!
Trembling, he brought out the hotel's finest parchment and a golden pen adorned with small gemstones. Practically crawling on his hands and knees, he made his way to Lin Xia and offered them with both hands, keeping his head lowered and not daring to show the slightest hesitation.
Lin Xia did not take them. He merely gestured toward Dai Mubai.
Only then did Manager Wang understand. He hurried back to Dai Mubai, who was slumped on the floor, carefully placing the parchment and pen on a relatively clean section of carpet in front of him before quickly retreating. He wished he could shrink himself into the shadows of the corner.
Dai Mubai's eyes fell upon the pristine parchment. Its pure white surface seemed to stab painfully into his eyes.
He extended his left hand, the only one he could still barely move, though it continued to tremble uncontrollably. The moment his fingertips touched the cold golden pen, he instinctively recoiled as though he had been burned by a red-hot iron.
Dai Mubai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The heavy smell of blood mixed with the scent of cosmetics and flowers, forming a nauseating odor that filled his nostrils.
When he opened his eyes again, his distinctive Evil Eyes had completely lost their former radiance. Only lifeless grayness and numb submission remained.
With his left hand, Dai Mubai struggled to grip the pen. The tip hovered above the parchment, trembling violently. Ink gathered at its point, hanging there without falling, much like his fate suspended on the edge of an abyss.
Dai Mubai did not dare look at anyone, especially Zhu Zhuqing's cold gaze.
He forced himself to focus on the parchment and used every ounce of strength he had to control his spasming fingers.
At last, the pen touched the parchment, but the writing was crooked and distorted. The very first character immediately became an indistinct blot of ink.
Tears of humiliation finally welled up uncontrollably. Mixed with sweat and blood, they fell onto the parchment and quickly spread across it, like his shattered dignity.
The entire process of writing was slow and agonizing.
Every character felt like a carving knife cutting into his heart. Every stroke was accompanied by physical agony and a silent howl of anguish from his very soul.
He painstakingly wrote:
"Dai Mubai, Third Prince of the Star Luo Empire, due to improper conduct and poor character, being unable to fulfill the responsibilities of this engagement and willingly relinquishing it."
At this point, Dai Mubai's hand trembled violently, nearly snapping the pen in half.
He paused for a long time, his chest heaving violently as though he had exhausted every last ounce of strength.
In the end, he still gritted his teeth and, with a heavy nasal tone, wrote the final words one by one.
"Hereby voluntarily terminate my engagement with Miss Zhu Zhuqing of the Zhu Family, effective immediately."
"The two parties shall have no further connection. Both shall be free to marry whom they wish, and neither shall interfere with the other!"
At the bottom of the statement, he used the last of his strength to sign his distorted name, Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai had no seal, so he could only dip his bloodstained thumb into some of the blood on the floor and press it heavily beside his signature, leaving behind a dark-red fingerprint bearing the mark of his humiliation.
After finishing, Dai Mubai seemed to have had every bone pulled from his body. His left hand dropped limply, and the golden pen fell to the floor with a clatter.
He lowered his head, his disheveled golden hair covering his face. His shoulders trembled uncontrollably as he let out a suppressed sob that seemed to come from the very depths of his despair.
Lin Xia walked forward expressionlessly. He bent down and, with his slender fingers, precisely picked up the statement stained with tears, blood, and ink.
His eyes swept across it, confirming that the crucial contents, signature, and fingerprint were all in order.
"Not bad."
Lin Xia's voice contained not the slightest fluctuation. He sounded as though he were merely evaluating an insignificant object.
Lin Xia carefully folded the statement and placed it inside a specially made inner pocket beneath his clothes.
Then he looked down at Dai Mubai, who lay on the floor like a stray dog, and the corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile filled with absolute control.
"At least you know when to be sensible."
His gaze swept over the wound on Dai Mubai's head and his miserable appearance, his words carrying a faint, barely perceptible trace of mockery.
"At least it wasn't for nothing that I saved your life."
Those words were like one final heavy blow, smashing directly into Dai Mubai's heart.
Indeed. If Lin Xia had not intervened and blocked those three deadly projectiles just now, Dai Mubai would probably already be a cold corpse.
Being saved by his love rival, and then having to be grateful to him for "saving his life". The irony and humiliation nearly made Dai Mubai vomit blood on the spot.
Dai Mubai suddenly clenched his numb right hand. His fingernails dug deeply into his palm, yet he could feel no pain at all. Only endless humiliation and fury burned within his soul.
After saying that, Lin Xia did not spare Dai Mubai another glance, as though he had already become nothing more than useless garbage.
Lin Xia naturally took Zhu Zhuqing's cold yet exceptionally resolute hand and turned around.
Before leaving, Zhu Zhuqing cast one final glance at the man lying on the floor who had once been her fiancé.
Her gaze was cold and distant, carrying the complete relief of finally putting the past to rest. There was not the slightest ripple of emotion left, as though she were looking at a complete stranger who had nothing to do with her.
She did not say a single word, but that look was more cutting than any words could have been.
The two walked side by side toward the exit.
Lin Xia's steps were steady and composed, while Zhu Zhuqing held her back straight, as cold and elegant as the moon.
They walked across the carpet left in ruins by the Soul Skills and past the scattered, shattered flower petals, yet they seemed to be walking through a place where no one else existed.
Their invisible presence was powerful, confident, and completely in control, causing everyone to hold their breath and dare not obstruct them in the slightest.
Even the air of the Rose Hotel, thick with the fragrance of flowers and perfume, seemed unable to cling to them.
The dense fluctuations of Soul Power in the lobby had yet to completely subside, but they quietly dissolved around Lin Xia, like snow melting beneath the warmth of the sun.
A faint blue light flashed briefly at Lin Xia's chest before disappearing. The portable recording Soul Tool stopped operating, having perfectly recorded the humiliating moment when this "statement of broken engagement" had come into existence.
Lin Xia and Zhu Zhuqing disappeared through the doorway. The bustling sounds of everyday life from the streets of Soto City immediately poured inside, breaking the silence, yet making the strange daze filling the lobby feel even more pronounced.
Silence continued for a moment.
Dai Mubai remained slumped on the floor as though his soul had been torn from his body. He stared blankly ahead, his body occasionally twitching uncontrollably from either the pain or the overwhelming emotional shock.
The wound on his head was still bleeding. Half of his face was smeared with blood and tear stains, leaving him in an utterly miserable state.
The statement bearing his signature and bloody fingerprint had been taken away by Lin Xia, as though it had also taken away the last thing supporting him.
Tang San and Xiao Wu stood not far away, staring at each other in stunned silence. For a moment, neither of them knew what they should do.
This conflict had taken one unexpected turn after another. What began as a dispute over a hotel room had escalated into a life-and-death battle, only to ultimately become entangled with the astonishing revelation of a broken engagement between the Lord of Gengxin City and the Star Luo Imperial Family.
There had simply been too much information for their minds to process.
Xiao Wu tugged at Tang San's sleeve and muttered softly. Her eyes still held traces of shock at Lin Xia's strength, along with a hint of sympathy for Dai Mubai's miserable state.
"Xiao San, what are we supposed to do now? That person is so scary and this blond guy is so miserable."
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