The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 201: Please...don’t leave me alone

"Ah—!"

A heart-wrenching scream was violently suppressed deep within Su Qingying's throat, ultimately transforming into a choked sob.

Her body trembled violently.

That invisible force that had been controlling her, turning her into a walking corpse, completely dissipated at this moment, along with the shattering of the prop magatama on her forehead.

She was free from all restraints.

*Clatter.*

The Lingxi Bow, stained with Ye Chen's blood, the very weapon she had used with her own hands to nail him to death in the abyss of despair, was thrown to the ground by her with all her might, as if discarding something filthy.

She was like a madwoman.

She could see nothing, hear nothing.

The entire world had shrunk down to only that crimson figure beneath the giant tree, his body pierced by three arrows, drenched in blood, his life force draining away at a terrifying speed.

"Ye Chen!"

She let out a piercing, mournful cry, stumbling forward desperately, disregarding everything.

Yet the extreme shock and despair had drained every ounce of strength from her body.

After running only a few steps, her legs gave way, and her entire body crashed heavily onto the hard ground.

Her knees struck sharp gravel, sending a piercing pain shooting through her.

But she did not stop.

Using both hands and feet, in the most wretched posture, she crawled across the ground covered in dust and prop blood.

Finally, she threw herself down before Jiang Ci.

Slowly, she stood up.

"Ye Chen…"

She extended a hand trembling uncontrollably, wanting to touch him, but paused mid-air.

Those three arrows were like three poisonous thorns, piercing through her retinas.

She dared not touch him.

She dared not do anything.

She could only curl up her body, cautiously, and embrace Jiang Ci's already "limp," lifelessly hanging form.

She buried her face deeply into that chest of his, now completely soaked through with blood.

That place had once been her safest harbor, yet now it was chillingly cold, devoid of even a hint of warmth.

"Ugh… huff…"

She couldn't produce a complete sob, only managing to squeeze out fragmented, heartbroken cries from her throat.

The monologue had begun.

"Ye Chen… I'm sorry…"

Su Qingying's lines, or rather, lines that belonged entirely to A Li, were broken and urgent.

"I didn't mean to… I couldn't control it… really… I couldn't control myself…"

Scalding tears burst forth like a broken dam, frantically splashing onto Jiang Ci's costume, soaking that dark crimson bloodstain even deeper.

"Wake up… look at me…"

Her hands finally dared to move.

She cradled Jiang Ci's blood-smeared face, her fingertips icy cold.

"Please… don't fall asleep… Aren't you the most powerful half-demon… How could you…"

Her performance had long since broken free from the reins of the script.

The guilt, love, remorse, and despair that the character A Li had suppressed throughout the entire drama were all shattered by her, then spat out word by word, mingled with blood and tears.

The atmosphere of sorrow on set was pushed by her alone to an unparalleled, unbearable peak.

And at the center of this magnetic field of grief.

On Jiang Ci's consciousness panel, data streams refreshed like a waterfall.

[Ding! Heartbreak Value +22 (Source: Makeup Assistant Sister Chen)]

[Ding! Heartbreak Value +19 (Source: Lighting Technician Xiao Li)]

[Ding! Heartbreak Value +25 (Source: Costume Designer Xiao Wang)]

…

All the female staff members present, regardless of position, were frantically contributing to his KPI.

[Detected core associate (Su Qingying) heartbreak resonance continuously intensifying…]

[Heartbreak Value +288!]

That golden notification, like a floodgate opened, saw its data skyrocketing at a terrifying speed.

This acting skill truly lived up to the title of Best Actress.

This KPI growth was just too solid.

On set.

Su Qingying's monologue continued.

"…It was I who woke you, it was I who kept you in this era, everything started because of me…"

Her crying now carried a hint of madness born from self-blame pushed to the extreme.

"If… if I had never appeared… would you still be sleeping peacefully within the Divine Tree, unharmed, heartache-free, and definitely not… definitely not like this now…"

She choked up, unable to continue.

Boundless regret, like a black tide, completely drowned her.

Cradling Jiang Ci's face, her forehead pressed against his, her tears mixed with the blood on his face, smearing across her entire face.

"In Guixu Forest, when you shielded me behind you time and again; beneath the Divine Tree, when you said you disliked it but secretly finished all the grilled meat rice balls; every time I was in danger, when you would appear the very first moment…"

"Please… don't leave me alone…"

The monologue came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

All the guilt, all the remorse, all the love, all the despair, converged in this instant into a single action.

Su Qingying lifted Jiang Ci's face and, with a resolve that bordered on pious devotion, kissed him.

Her lips were soft.

Her scalding tears, salty, bitter, and utterly hopeless.

Jiang Ci's body instantly tensed.

Wrong!

The script only called for a light touch!

But Su Qingying's kiss remained on his lips.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

This… this has lasted over three seconds, hey!

This was him, Jiang Ci.

A pure-hearted male university student who had been single for all twenty-two years of his life…

A genuine, bona fide first kiss!

In these brief three seconds, Jiang Ci felt as if he had truly become that tragic character, personally destroyed by his lover, only to receive her final confession before death.

He could clearly feel her trembling eyelashes brushing against his cheek again and again.

Fresh teardrops slid from the corners of her eyes, down his cheeks, and into his neck.

Transmitted through their joined lips was a massive, scalding sorrow, potent enough to drown a person.

This was not acting.

This was entirely Su Qingying, it was A Li's most genuine emotional catharsis in this moment.

Behind the monitor.

Zhang Mouyi stared fixedly at the screen, the hand holding the walkie-talkie bulging with veins.

He did not call cut.

He greedily captured this supreme artistic moment born from the actors' loss of control.

Only after he was certain he had captured all the emotions he wanted, and even far exceeded his expectations, did he finally speak that word into the walkie-talkie.

"Cut—!"

That one "Cut" severed the string that had been stretched to its absolute limit on set.

Jiang Ci slowly opened his eyes.

What met his gaze was Su Qingying's face, so close, tear-streaked.

She was still holding him.

Maintaining the posture from after the kiss ended, unmoving.

Their eyes met.

Tear tracks still glistened on her face.

Her eyes were still wet, the sorrow, despair, and love so thick it seemed tangible that belonged to A Li within them showed not the slightest sign of fading.

She had not left the character's mindset at all.