Chapter 33 The Sound of Falling Snow "Ha..."
"Ha..." Shi Wenzhe trembled all over in pain, tears streaming down her face like a dirty little dog, looking extremely pitiful. She sensed the immense killing intent of the person in the black mist, as if if she took another step closer, she would surely die.
More and more icicles swirled around Qin Wenxue's side, and the temperature suddenly dropped, as if they were just waiting for his command to plunge into Shi Wenzhe's body and take her life in an instant.
Shi Wenzhe swayed her tail slightly, without much effort, so she looked harmless; she was just a small fish whose life hung by a thread.
She wanted to escape the man's grasp, but the hand on her wrist was so strong, it felt like it was about to snap.
Shi Wenzhe looked helpless, sobbing softly, "It hurts so much." She thought, "My hands hurt, my heart hurts, my whole body hurts, everything hurts..."
"Qinwenxue..." Shi Wenzhe asked, her eyes red, "Are you going to kill me?" She asked in a very soft voice, uncertain and fearful.
The blood was burning hot, but the frost was too cold, so the blood flowing on his wrists and chest cooled down, as if it had been soaking in ice water. Shi Wenzhe, the stranded little fish, stopped moving its tail.
The ticking of the second hand echoed in her mind, a countdown to death. She closed her eyes tightly, awaiting her inevitable demise.
But as she waited and waited, the malevolent energy had already seeped into her meridians, and her demon core began to heat up. Apart from the continuous cracking sounds of ice shards breaking, nothing else happened.
The wind and snow covered her eyebrows, and the snow-covered quilt and long eyelashes were as white as a painting. The sound of silver bells rang out, like silver beads falling on a jade plate. Occasionally, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as restless as a fawn, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Qin Wenxue lowered his head even further, as if his neck were broken, his chin hidden in his long, flowing hair, quiet, fragile, as if he were dead.
All he could hear was the howling wind of the desert and the rolling fog. Shi Wenzhe's hands trembled, and his eyes went unfocused.
"Qinwenxue..." Shi Wenzhe called softly, not daring to speak loudly for fear of disturbing the other's sleep.
"Really?" Shi Wenzhe wasn't sure. She thought, "Maybe Qin Wenxue is really asleep." So she stretched out her right hand, but her right hand had a big hole in it, and it was bleeding a lot and not clean at all. So she switched to her left hand, but her left hand was covered in dirt and grime and bloodstains that were not quite dry.
Shi Wenzhe stared blankly at her hands in disbelief. She repeatedly thought back, "Is the blood on my left hand my own? Yes, no." She glanced at her abdomen; blood had seeped into her white clothes, but there was no handprint. So she could only admit, "It doesn't seem like it..."
"No," she said, certain, but the fear in her heart intensified, and a sharp, stabbing pain welled up inside her.
She haphazardly wiped her hands on her clothes, trying to clean the dirt, but even after rubbing them raw, they were still filthy.
She was a little envious: "Qin Wenxue didn't react at all, she slept so soundly, but she was so quiet and cute." So she laughed out loud, but her smile was stiff and not hearty.
A light, soft snow began to fall from the sky, like tiny glitter sprinkled on cigarette ash, swirling and intertwining with the thick black fog.
Shi Wen knelt down in front of Qin Wenxue and watched quietly for a while. Her neck, which had been raised, started to ache, so she lowered her head to look at Qin Wenxue. The white snow covered Qin Wenxue's black hair and greedily covered his red clothes, as if trying to bury him.
Shi Wenzhe was unhappy, wondering why Bai Xue was so domineering. She was right there, so why was she only accumulating on Qin Wenxue? Her body was already a little stiff, so her hands patted Qin Wenxue a little too hard. Bai Xue fell down in a flurry, and Shi Wenzhe's fingertips were finally clean. She cupped Qin Wenxue's cheeks and realized that they were already bone-chillingly cold.
A tear silently slid down her cheek.
"It's so cold," she murmured. "Why is it so cold?"
Unfortunately, no one answered her.
Shi Wenzhe finally broke down in tears, hot tears falling one by one and soaking into Qin Wenxue's collar. "What's wrong, Qin Wenxue?" she asked hoarsely, repeating over and over, "Is it these resentful spirits that are haunting you, making you restless?"
Shi Wenzhe was both sad and angry, and he irrationally pulled at the endless stream of resentment emanating from the other person's body, but the resentment seemed to be a bottomless pit, and no matter how he pulled, he could not get rid of it.
She was somewhat distraught. Her wildly behaving hand slowed down and finally landed on Qin Wenxue's shoulder. There was a slight breath of air at her fingertips. It was so faint that Shi Wenzhe's body stiffened. Afraid that she was mistaken, she placed her trembling hand under Qin Wenxue's nose and felt the other's faint breath.
Shi Wenzhe's heart was pounding wildly, and he began to ramble incoherently, blurting out whatever came to mind in an attempt to wake the other person up.
"You're not strong at all," she said petulantly. "Ever since we entered Peach Blossom Valley, you've been constantly injured and keep fainting. You're so infuriating! What happened to the Right Protector of the Demon Realm? You're so fragile... You're not even as strong as me. At least I've survived in Peach Blossom Valley for so long..." She laughed, feeling that what she said was a jumbled mess, but she was certain that she was right.
“I’m really something, I know how to survive.” She said, “Qinwenxue, it’s snowing.”
"So much snow, like sparkling glitter, but there's so much hostility. Why is there so much hostility? This snow isn't pretty at all, but you look beautiful in the snow."
She slowly approached Qin Wenxue, their heads touching, but before they were fully together, she playfully tugged at the other's silver bell. "It sounds beautiful, like the fluttering of butterfly wings."
A faint white light emanated from Shi Wenzhe's body. The white light, like a moth drawn to a flame, drifted towards the enormous black mist, only to be swallowed up and then plunged back in, endlessly and without ceasing. It was the only light shining in this vast desert.
“Don’t be afraid, Qin Wenxue, don’t be afraid, I have a way, I can save you.” Shi Wenzhe repeated, seemingly telling herself or comforting Qin Wenxue. She kept saying, “I can save you, I’m so powerful, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…”
"Hmph—" Shi Wenzhe let out a painful groan like a cat as her wrist was grabbed and then crushed heavily. But she couldn't care less about the spreading pain. She just excitedly opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, her heart and eyes filled with joy.
The blood on her wrist seeped discreetly and intimately into Qin Wenxue's sleeve, where she could hear Zhe's soft breathing, as if afraid of scaring him away.
Qin Wenxue's eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to wake up, but he was trapped in a nightmare. His pupils struggled and moved a few times before falling silent again.
The flame in my heart was extinguished in an instant. I heard myself digging my nails into my flesh, using the pain to numb myself.
"It doesn't matter if he's not awake, he's still alive anyway."
She thought it would take a long time for Qin Wenxue to wake up and was prepared for a long wait, but Qin Wenxue's body moved as if it had been thawed, and his lips parted slightly, as if he had something to say.
"What did you say?" Shi Wenzhe asked anxiously, and without thinking, he leaned in, their bodies intertwined.
Qin Wenxue's breath tickled her earlobe, and she rubbed it, then waited motionless for him to speak. A soft murmur reached her ear, and Qin Wenxue's voice trembled. Because of his severe injuries, his tone was flat. He seemed puzzled and asked, "Why are you so good to me?"
"What?!" Shi Wenzhe thought he had misheard.
Why are you so good to me?
The voice was so soft that Shi Wenzhe thought it was an illusion, yet it was also so heavy that it crashed into her heart and wouldn't leave no matter what she did, stirring up waves of emotion within her.
"What kind of talk is that..." Now she was the one who was confused.
"I..." she said in a hoarse voice, "Haven't I been good to you? You're so beautiful, and so kind. In the Demon Realm, you're the only one I know..." The massive blood loss had left her weak and powerless. Shi Wenzhe coughed violently. The malevolent energy, though not enough to make her lose her mind, was drilling straight into her heart, wanting to drink her blood and eat her flesh. She was in so much pain, but she still whispered, "You're the only one I know. I've been so good to you. Please don't be in any danger. I can save you..."
Qin Wenxue groaned in pain, "No one can save me."
"No way!" Shi Wenzhe retorted, "You, you're like this only because of the corruption of malevolent energy..." She took a breath, "As long as it's malevolent energy, I can save you."
Qin Wenxue said nothing, but just looked at her quietly with his eyes lowered. Shi Wenzhe couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes. Anyway, he was indifferent, and even his expression was indifferent and unfathomable.
She simply kept urging her spiritual power, and the white light grew brighter and brighter, asserting its presence. It started from Shi Wenzhe's meridians and flowed into Qin Wenxue's entire body.
The warmth at her fingertips vanished abruptly. Qin Wenxue turned her head away from the other's fingertips. Shi Wenzhe instantly became unhappy, forcefully pulling the other's head to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with anger.
Why did you reject me?!
Qin Wenxue blinked, her pupils unfocused, making her look exceptionally innocent.
Hearing of the occasional twist of fate, my heart softens instantly.
"Okay, I forgive you, but don't move. I'm tired right now, really tired. If you move again, I won't have the strength to hold you up." She muttered to herself.
"Don't use your spiritual power anymore," Qin Wenxue said softly, then turned her head away.
Shi Wen ignited immediately and started rambling on and on: "Why are you so disobedient? You're such a grown-up, yet you still throw tantrums at me. It wasn't easy for me to save you, you know—my stomach hurts so much." Her voice softened, and she turned his head back to his, pressing it against her forehead to purify his anger: "I'm telling you, don't move, okay? I'm actually a little tired..."
She stroked Qin Wenxue's long hair, her tone softening: "Be good, okay..."
The originally warm atmosphere was ruined by Qin Wenxue's soft laughter. Shi Wenzhe glared at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Qin Wenxue wasn't embarrassed at all and stubbornly insisted, "You can't save me."
Shi Wenzhe: "..."
Shi Wenzhe started to get serious. While purifying the malevolent energy, she kept nagging Qin Wenxue: "Let me tell you, don't underestimate me. I am the only Spirit-Crossing Flower in this world! You know what a Spirit-Crossing Flower is? Tch, you probably haven't heard of my awesome reputation, but it doesn't matter. You just need to know that the Spirit-Crossing Flower can purify malevolent energy, understand?" She raised an eyebrow.
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