Chapter 114 A Glimmer of Hope (Part 6)
Yu Sheng didn't not want to leave, nor was she unable to leave.
It was late at night, and she certainly didn't want to be alone in a room with a man. Even if there was no one else in the courtyard, and no one would know.
This man, who possessed overwhelming power, was not as terrifying as he appeared. Yu Sheng knew that if Feng Xixue wanted to, he could easily trap her with a flick of his finger and make her do whatever she wanted or didn't want to do.
Perhaps Yu Sheng had been silent for too long, because Feng Xixue couldn't help but whisper again, "Is it okay? Sheng Sheng, please be gentle with me..."
The words I was about to say were swallowed back down.
A thin layer of tears welled up in Feng Xixue's dark, clear eyes, shimmering and melancholic in the moonlight. The sorrow and grievance in her eyes accumulated and accumulated, until finally, like pearls from a broken string, they fell one by one, leaving a heavy feeling in one's heart.
She vaguely felt that if she abandoned Feng Xixue at this moment, it would be like pushing him into an endless hell, like taking his life with her own hands.
As if possessed, Yu Sheng moved her lips: "Okay. I... won't leave. You..."
She herself felt helpless: "Don't cry."
Feng Xixue belatedly raised her hand to touch her cheek, only to find it damp and cold.
He gave a cautious smile, his gaze remaining fixed on Yu Sheng's fair face, never looking away, as if his beloved treasure would disappear in the blink of an eye.
The two stood facing each other in silence for a short while before Feng Xixue snapped out of his reverie. He suddenly frowned as he looked at the traces of blood on Yu Sheng's once clean dress.
Feng Xixue's heart ached: "Shengsheng, where are you hurt?"
Yu Sheng reminded her, "This is your blood."
His...is it his?
Feng Xixue's eyes darkened, and she whispered, "Sheng Sheng, I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty..."
He then realized he was covered in blood, a truly appalling sight. "I just... I just..."
Seeing Feng Xixue's voice gradually soften as she stammered an awkward explanation, seemingly afraid of making her angry, Yu Sheng was both amused and exasperated. She could only soften her voice further: "It's okay, it's nothing serious, don't be afraid, I'm not angry with you."
"Do you have any wound medicine and gauze in your room? Let me treat your wound; your hand is still bleeding."
Yu Sheng knew she couldn't leave. Feng Xixue was so fragile; he wouldn't be fully awake for a while after waking up. Even if he didn't beg, she couldn't bear to truly abandon him. It wasn't just because of the kindness he had shown her these past few days, but also because he was Mengmeng's good friend, and she couldn't be ungrateful.
Under Yu Sheng's expectant and inquisitive gaze, Feng Xixue shook her head.
Well, given that his spiritual power is at its peak and his healing techniques are undoubtedly superb, he certainly wouldn't prepare these things from the mortal realm.
Seeing the blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground, staining the entire back of his hand a dark red, it was clear he was severely injured. Yu Sheng lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, pursed her lips slightly, and looked up at Feng Xixue.
Yu Sheng gritted her teeth and tore off two loops of her wide sleeves.
Her clothes were all prepared by Sister Mengmeng; they were clean and soft, and could be used temporarily as gauze to stop the bleeding.
Yu Sheng tore the strips of cloth in her hand into several pieces. While busy, she glanced up at Feng Xixue and saw him frowning and staring blankly at her exposed half of her arm. She felt a little embarrassed and pulled her hand back into her sleeve.
"Are you cold?" Feng Xixue suddenly asked.
"It's not cold."
"You're not very healthy, don't catch a cold. I'll get you a cloak."
"..." Yu Sheng was speechless for a moment, then said directly: "Stop, put your hand out."
Feng Xixue obediently listened, seemingly flattered, and extended her hand to Yu Sheng.
"Not this hand, but the one you stabbed."
Feng Xixue readily agreed and switched hands.
Yu Sheng had nothing left to say to him and silently bandaged his wounds.
Yu Sheng had no time to think about anything else, focusing intently on bandaging Feng Xixue's wound, moving very gently so as not to hurt him.
She couldn't help but sigh. She didn't know Feng Xixue's past, and she also knew that she had no right to advise him. But looking at his hand, which was almost entirely covered in unscathed flesh, she still couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
"Brother Feng, I think..."
After Yu Sheng finished bandaging herself, she looked up and froze after saying only a few words.
Unbeknownst to her, Feng Xixue was silently shedding tears again.
Unlike before, this time he cried with particular grievance, suppressing his sobs and daring not to utter a sound. But the tears streaming down his red eyes were pitifully etched on his face, like a dog abandoned by its owner, who, after a long wait through the darkness and torrential rain, finally saw its owner return to take it home.
Yu Sheng took out a handkerchief from her bosom and patiently and gently wiped away Feng Xixue's tears, trying to comfort him: "Does your hand hurt? Just bear with it. When you feel better tomorrow, you can use a healing spell on yourself and it won't hurt so much. Hmm... I won't leave. I'll stay here with you. You can rest peacefully. I'll stay here and watch over you."
Perhaps the direction of the coaxing from behind was right, Feng Xixue gently closed her eyes, choked out a muffled syllable.
When he woke up again, it was the next morning.
It was still early, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the room was still somewhat dark.
Feng Xixue frowned slightly. A faint smell of blood lingered in the room, a scene he was familiar with. On the desolate borderlands, beyond the Kunlun Mountains, he had woken up countless times at dawn and in the dead of night with this same stench.
However, Feng Xixue's somewhat unfocused pupils suddenly focused, his eyes darted around rapidly, and he abruptly sat up in bed.
What did he do...?
Feng Xixue panicked completely, his mind a chaotic mess with only a few fragments from the dark night. But because he had endured so much torment, his countless dreams and illusions were sometimes beautiful and sometimes cruel, and he could no longer distinguish them.
But the scene before him made his heart sink little by little, plunging into an endless darkness of cold fear.
Could it be that last night, he took Sheng Sheng to his room...?
The bloodstains on her body were from when he hugged her...
He... even tore her clothes?
How terrified must Sheng Sheng be? He cherishes and pampers her so much, how could he do this? Has he gone mad?
Feng Xixue suddenly closed her eyes, wishing she could tear herself to pieces.
So last night, it wasn't him who imprisoned Sheng Sheng here. If that's the case, then why didn't Sheng Sheng leave... His thoughts were in turmoil, and before he could sort things out, he saw Yu Sheng slowly open her eyes.
Feng Xixue moved his lips: "Sheng Sheng..." His voice was so hoarse that perhaps no one could understand his panic at this moment.
Yu Sheng asked, "You're better? You... you've returned to normal?"
Feng Xixue's lips trembled slightly: "Mmm."
Yu Sheng stood up.
“Sheng Sheng… I didn’t mean to last night, really…” Feng Xixue wanted to pull Yu Sheng away, but didn’t dare. She lowered her head and said in a deep voice, “I’ll let you kill me or torture me, don’t be sad.”
He thought he didn't need to explain anymore. Even if he didn't mean it, he had still bullied Sheng Sheng. He hadn't even properly cared for and protected her, yet he had already scared her. Being so useless was good enough as long as it allowed her to vent her anger.
Yu Sheng was taken aback, a little puzzled: "Aren't you already better? Why are you saying such things?"
She sensed the situation was serious and she couldn't handle it on her own, so she squatted down again, looking up at Feng Xixue with some worry: "Brother Feng, do you have any way to clear your head? You can tell me, and I'll do my best. Or, in your current state, do I need to ask Sister Mengmeng for help?"
Feng Xixue looked at her: "Sheng Sheng...you don't resent me?"
What do I resent about you?
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the bloodstains on Yu Sheng's clothes and the missing cuff, looking very sad: "I'm sorry."
Yu Sheng was starting to follow the train of thought: "Brother Feng, do you feel like you offended me yesterday? Actually, no. You and Sister Mengmeng saved me and were so good to me, so it's only right that I take care of you. I know you were just sick and didn't do it on purpose, so I've never blamed you."
"Besides, you didn't do anything. You didn't hurt me or bully me. Don't dwell on yesterday's events and make yourself so upset."
Yu Sheng didn't know if Feng Xixue would cry again, so she spoke very patiently and gently, and Feng Xixue listened quietly and attentively.
After a long pause, he carefully confirmed, "I didn't hurt you?"
No.
"It wasn't me... who forcibly brought you here?"
Yu Sheng laughed: "Of course not, I came by myself. I heard something was wrong in your room yesterday, so I came to check on you."
Feng Xixue's tense expression eased slightly: "Then what about your clothes...?"
"Your hand is so badly injured. I don't know any healing magic, so I can only bandage it to stop the bleeding. You won't let me leave, and there's no gauze here, so I'll just have to make do for now."
Feng Xixue then looked down at his hand. He had just woken up and all his attention was focused on Yu Sheng, so he hadn't paid any attention to himself. Only now did he notice the injury on his hand, which had already been carefully bandaged, with a lot of blood still seeping through the bandage.
With a change of heart, her joy gradually turned into tenderness. "Sheng Sheng, why are you staying here? The ground is so cold. I'm fine, but what about you? What if you get sick?"
Even he himself didn't realize how gentle his voice was, even to the point of being overly tender, far exceeding normal emotions.
Yu Sheng looked into Feng Xixue's eyes, those beautiful, clear eyes filled with unwavering concern. After a pause, she asked softly, "Brother Feng, why are you so good to me?"
I should be good to you anyway. Feng Xixue thought, but he didn't dare say it.
Fortunately, Yu Sheng waited for a while and did not delve into it. She simply stood up with a smile and instructed him, "Brother Feng, remember to treat the wound on your hand. I'll go get some spiritual medicine to help you recover."
After she finished speaking, she smiled slightly at Feng Xixue and quietly left the room. The moment she closed the door, Yu Sheng blinked slowly, stared at the closed door for a moment, and then left.
...
Two days later, Yue Liutian was the first to send a message about Mu Meng slaying the monster. The letter didn't mention many details about the matter, but it did mention Mu Qingheng sacrificing himself to the sword and mainly expressed his concern for Mu Meng.
Yu Sheng immediately understood that Mu Meng had not returned to the Celestial Clan, but was living alone in Kunlun Realm. Princess Mu Luo felt sorry for her younger sister, but due to her important duties, she could not accompany her at all times, let alone anyone else.
Yu Sheng was worried. After reading the letter, she immediately packed her things and set off for Kunlun Mirror to take care of Mu Meng.
With the help of Xixue, they arrived at the border of Kunlun in no time.
Mu Meng's spiritual power was pure, and he knew that Feng Xixue and the other person were approaching. He put down the long sword that he had just polished and went out to greet them.
“I knew it. It must be because my sister and brother Yue were worried about you that they called you over,” Mu Meng said with a smile, taking Yu Sheng’s hand. “But it’s good. I’ve missed you for a long time too. Although the human realm is not bad, I feel more at ease having you stay here.”
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Feng Xixue, who was trailing behind her at a distance.
His complexion was alright. He must have found that being with Sheng Sheng, receiving a glance or a word from her from time to time, or even just feeling her presence, was incredibly therapeutic for him.
He was completely unaware when she glanced at him, his gaze still fixed on Yu Sheng with gentle tranquility.
Mu Meng sighed silently in his heart.
Then, she smiled and said, "Feng Xixue, Kunlun Realm is very large. If you want to stay here, a place has already been prepared for you."
Feng Xixue paused for a moment, then said, "No need. I'll continue living abroad. You..."
Please take good care of Sheng Sheng for me.
Mu Meng understood his unfinished words with just a glance, and without saying anything more, nodded and took Yu Sheng away.
...
That night, Mu Meng pulled Yu Sheng to sleep with him. Yu Sheng was so obedient and sweet, so soft and cuddly that it was easy to fall in love with her. Mu Meng was in a good mood and chatted with her while holding the blanket: "Sheng Sheng, why don't you just stay here and live with me in Kunlun Realm? Anyway, there's hardly anyone here, and it's kind of boring to be alone."
She pondered, "The human realm wasn't a long-term solution anyway, and I can't let you stay there forever. Now that you've come here, I'm even more reluctant to let you go back to the demon realm."
Yu Sheng smiled and agreed, "Okay, Sister Mengmeng, I also want to stay by your side. I can take good care of you and serve you."
"Oh dear... why are you still thinking about this? You're so unambitious," Mu Meng said, chuckling as she poked Yu Sheng's forehead. "Just be happy and stay by my side. Stop having all those messy thoughts."
After saying that, she looked into Yu Sheng's clear eyes and smiled again: "Alright, I know what you're thinking. Sheng Sheng, you don't need to worry about me, I'm fine, I'm not that fragile."
Yu Sheng nodded, her voice low but firm: "I know."
Mu Meng turned around and gently touched the long sword placed beside the bed. It was quiet and still, and after looking at it for a while, one could almost feel a sense of peace and tranquility.
Mu Meng shook her head, turned around and pinched Yu Sheng's cheek, her tone gentle: "Don't be sad for me, I'll be very happy. And with you here, I'll only be happier."
In the candlelight, Yu Sheng's delicate face was fair with a rosy glow, like a flower bud about to bloom, glistening with dew. Her complexion was so much better than when she had just been rescued. Mu Meng's heart stirred, and he asked in a low voice, "Sheng Sheng, are you...?"
She paused, then subtly changed her wording: "Did Feng Xixue cause you any trouble?"
Yu Sheng's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously pinched the hem of her clothes: "No. Brother Feng is very good to me. He has always been the one taking care of me."
With her keen eyesight, Mu Meng could easily see through Yu Sheng's subtle movements. She touched the tip of her nose and chuckled softly, "Is something wrong? Why are you keeping it from your sister? If you have something to say, tell me. Don't keep it to yourself."
Looking at her, Mu Meng finally understood how her older sister felt about her back then. So this is what it feels like to have such a cute and cuddly little sister. You worry about her on one hand, and on the other hand, you can't help but want to tease her on the other.
Seeing that Mu Meng had already said this, Yu Sheng naturally dared not hide it any longer and immediately confessed obediently: "Yes... there is something."
Mu Meng said, "Speak quickly."
Yu Sheng then told Mu Meng about how Feng Xixue had fallen ill that night, how she was worried about him and how he cried and hugged her, and so on.
Mu Meng was stunned: "Feng Xixue..."
She frowned slightly: "Did he scare you? Why didn't you send me a message immediately?"
"No, no, I was a little scared at first, but I wasn't scared anymore," Yu Sheng quickly waved her hand to deny it and explained seriously, "He looked so pitiful, he had no threat at all. I could feel that he was just sad and would never hurt me."
Mu Meng nodded. She naturally knew that Feng Xixue would never harm Sheng Sheng under any circumstances, but hearing Yu Sheng's words still made her feel uneasy. Fortunately, she wasn't frightened, otherwise she would have really regretted letting the two of them stay together.
Then, a thought crossed her mind. While rubbing her chin, she murmured, "Indeed, those who know how to be charming have the best lives. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. He's so lucky."
She was certain that if Feng Xixue were sober, she wouldn't dare touch even the hem of Yu Sheng's clothes without Yu Sheng's permission.
She had been fortunate enough to witness Xi Xue's madness a few times in the past hundred years. Normally as indifferent and composed as ice and snow, she was particularly prone to crying when she was delirious. She would plead and weep into the void, and her crying was quite pitiful.
"And then?" Mu Meng pressed. Yu Sheng's mention of something clearly meant more than just bringing it up; there was definitely more to it than met the eye.
Yu Sheng parted her lips slightly, but for some reason, remained silent for a long while. She slowly lowered her eyelashes, her gaze dimming. A small hand slowly moved over, hooking Mu Meng's slender fingers: "Sister Mengmeng, I..."
She abruptly said, "I'm scared. I'm no longer qualified to admire anyone."
"How could that be?" Mu Meng frowned immediately, a pang of guilt gripping her heart. She had been lounging lazily against the bed, but upon hearing Yu Sheng's words, she sat up straight. "What nonsense are you talking about? You're so good; it's someone else's blessing to be liked by you."
Yu Sheng smiled slightly and said softly, "But I..."
“No buts, Sheng Sheng,” Mu Meng knew what Yu Sheng wanted to say, and shook his head firmly, holding her hand tightly, “You believe me. The person who truly cares about you will only feel sorry for you, and he will definitely cherish and take care of you even more.”
She couldn't say too much because she didn't want to bother the little girl.
So she had no idea how heartbroken Feng Xixue was after learning of her ordeal. How devastated must their demon race have been to vomit blood?
She didn't know how much pity Sheng Yuanting showed when he mentioned her. He didn't even know how to approach her in a way that would make her feel happy without any fear.
Yu Sheng would never know any of this. Mu Meng didn't want to burden her, so he softened his voice and said, "Sheng Sheng, you are wonderful. You really don't know how likable you are."
"So don't worry about anything, just tell me what happened next?"
Yu Sheng gently bit her lip, finally mustering the courage to whisper, "Sister Mengmeng, I can tell that Brother Feng has a past that haunts his dreams and is unforgettable."
"That night, after he fell into a deep sleep, he started talking in his sleep. I went over to check on him. The room was dimly lit, and his hair wasn't as silvery-white as usual. Suddenly, I realized... I realized that his eyes and brows were extremely similar to the person I remembered deep in my soul, the one who had fallen for me and said he would marry me when he came back."
Finally, Yu Sheng gently held her breath: "Sister Mengmeng... is the 'Sheng Sheng' that Brother Feng keeps calling out in his sleep me?"
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