Chapter 29: How Did I Make Him Cry? I Haven’t Even Started Crying Yet (3)
Zhou Xiaoxiao raised a hand to touch Yu Xingzhi’s face which was covered in sweat.
Yu Xingzhi who was on full alert instantly looked down.
His eyes were so beautiful. That charming shape, those dense lashes, and eyes that seemed to be filled with a sea of stars…They looked at her with so much warmth, such tenderness, encouragement, anger, deploration, and countless other unclear feelings.
Sigh, forget it. It’s better for one person to die here than two. Since I’ve transmigrated over, I can’t just report back without having done anything.
Zhou Xiaoxiao was overwhelmed by his beauty, and she was ready to sacrifice herself bravely like it had been written down in the book.
She wanted to shout to him, leave first, I’ll deal with things here.
But of course, she knows that saying that is useless. Yu Xingzhi was not someone who can be persuaded as easily as that. Even if she wanted to die first, that still wasn’t an easy task.
“Put me down and run away.” She reached out to block Yu Xingzhi’s anxious mouth. “Don’t worry, let me finish.”
She sighed, endured the pain, and tried to make herself clear without being too loud.
“I’m sure you must have also noticed it. I…I’m not a person of this world.”
With that out, Yu Xingzhi’s pupils shrank. With his hoarse voice, he said with pain, “Don’t say any more.”
“No, listen to me carefully. I’m not the same as you. I won’t die. Or I should say that though I will die, I can still live elsewhere. It’s…a bit like the legends here. I’m just a soul borrowing a dead body.”
“Do you understand me? As long as you keep yourself alive, we will be able to meet in the future.”
Zhou Xiaoxiao felt like a fox spirit from mythology. In the cold wildlands, at the most critical moment, caressing the face of the scholar, softly alluding him to put down his holy scriptures, believe in her promises of resurrection and meeting again in their next lives.
She took out her best set of acting skills and though she appeared to be speaking with ease, she had exhausted the will of her entire body to make up a clever lie to convince this smart but stubborn man.
Sorry, I actually lied to you. Maybe this death will be the end, and maybe even after transmigrating several times, I still won’t be able to come back to you, but I really hope you’ll live.
Please, just let me go and run away.
Suddenly, a drop of water hit Zhou Xiaoxiao’s face.
Stunned, she touched her own face.
Translucent teardrops fell from above her, flickering under the sunlight, and shattering as drops down on her face.
Then another, and another.
How did I make him cry? I haven’t even started crying yet.
Yu Xingzhi revealed a face that was both sad and pained. “Since you say you won’t die, then let’s try dying together.”
Before waiting for her to react, Yu Xingzhi put the two hollow reeds he had prepared early on in their mouths, held her tight, and jumped into the water together.
Before she was submerged in the bone-biting cold of the water, Zhou Xiaoxiao heard the man speak in her ear through a voice that croaked with sadness.
“Please, bear it for a moment. You have to hold on, for me. Don’t die.”
The dark and cold river water submerged her body in an instant, drowning all her senses.
She wished to say, how could you swim out of here with yourself injured as well as I?
But the bubbling river water caused her to be unable to open her mouth.
A huge gush of pain came from her back, throwing her completely into the deep abyss of her coma.
Within this chaos, the only thing she could feel was the tight hold of those two arms around her. It was like a string tied to the end of a kite, pulling her back every time her soul tried to float away, pulling her back to earth so that she would not be lost completely to the heavens.