Let it all end with the wind.
"No, don't, Joyce!"
Luther rushed up against all odds, but was held back by the powerful heat flow.
Ricky's body was not far away, but he did not even look at it. He knew it was Joyce who killed Ricky.
He instantly understood that just now he had a brush with death, and it was Joyce who saved him at the last moment.
However, Joyce was blown off the cliff by the explosion.
"Joyce, no!"
He was burned by the hot air currents and was heavily thrown backwards. He shouted hysterically. His voice was full of grief and anger, like that of a howling gale, piercing through the explosion, the stone forest and the layers of waves. His hysterical shouting kept echoing everywhere and hovering overhead for a long time, so that everyone in the entire vicinity of the cliff could hear him.
No way, he didn't believe it.
Just before his eyes, she fell off the cliff.
He watched her disappear into the horizon and he felt like a million sharp blades were cutting his heart at the same time.
No way!
No way!
There were too many things he hadn't asked her. He wouldn't allow it! He wouldn't allow it!
The mourning soon reached its limit and his head ached violently.
He was almost overwhelmed by the waves of the ferocious aching. His body went limp, and he crouched on the gravel ground convulsing in pain.
He rolled over in pain.
Every nerve in the head, and every cell in his body, were experiencing the same severe pain.
Every bit of his skin and every inch of his bone seemed to be torn apart.
The headache was like a blade slicing his heart.
Every part of his body was twitching and hurting to the extreme. The pain was beyond what words could describe.
In his mind, there were countless images rushing around and each of them was about to pop up.
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