Chapter 50 Those hands, from beginning to end, never lifted...
At the moment when his soul was torn apart.
Someone sacrificed something, doing everything in their power to repair it.
combustion.
Tear.
A layer of warmth enveloped her shattered soul, as if someone's hand was comforting and mending her.
Yun Xianqing's almost transparent soul gazed at her, his eyes clearly red, yet no tears fell.
He reached out and gently brushed over all the wounds on her body, and then his body overflowed with starlight, which flowed and slowly mended the cracks in her soul.
Her soul was silent. She couldn't express the pain, nor could she cry out in agony.
Unable to do anything else, she could only gaze at Yun Xianqing's gentle eyes and brows amidst the long pain and repair process, as if she could never tire of looking at him.
What she really wanted to ask was, "When you said you would bring me back no matter what, is this what you meant?"
But the next moment, she saw Yun Xianqing's figure seem to be slowly disappearing as the repair was being made.
In that instant, she began to panic.
Will Yun Xianqing be alright?
Even with her life hanging by a thread, she couldn't help but think of him. If it meant exchanging one life for another, she would rather die.
She was unwilling and did not want to owe anyone anything.
At that moment, she forgot that she had once risked her life to save Yun Xianqing.
She always thinks about being kind to others, but when someone tries to be kind to her, her first reaction is to run away.
Her mind began to stir, and her unease was evident on her face.
Yun Xianqing seemed to sense her emotions. He smiled reassuringly on his almost transparent face, then took out one hand and held her hand, squeezing it gently to comfort her.
But he couldn't speak either.
Unable to hear his voice, Meng Chiwan was unable to calm down; her unease intensified.
Yun Xianqing looked at her, then lifted her chin and kissed her silently.
Almost instantly, Meng Chiwan fell silent.
Yun Xianqing's hands never stopped moving. With one hand, he patted her back soothingly to comfort her, while with the other hand, he calmly repaired her soul with the flowing starlight.
The feeling of souls intertwining stunned her; the sensation was too intense, the waves came too fast and too turbulent.
As their lips and teeth intertwined, all the pain seemed to fade away.
The firelight slowly faded, leaving only his dark eyes, like the night sky or a starry river.
It was as if only the two of them remained in the world.
A tingling sensation came from the area where her soul was being repaired. She unconsciously twisted her body, but was forcibly restrained, immersing herself in another world.
If she could make a whimpering sound, she thought her voice would be unbearable to hear right now.
Her lips were sucked until they turned bright red, and her cheeks became hot.
Time is like a tide, receding very quickly.
During the friction, Yun Xianqing gently bit her lip, and then released her.
She trembled, and then realized that her torn soul had become a whole again, with no trace of wound remaining.
Yun Xianqing's soul was scattered, seemingly even more transparent than before. His face was pale, and he looked as if he had been completely drained.
But his eyes and brows remained gentle as he smiled at her.
Meng Chiwan wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Her eyes were red, but not a single tear would fall.
But what she wanted to do most was to ask Yun Xianqing in person if he was alright.
She never doubted Yun Xianqing's kindness to her, so she wouldn't believe the attempts by others to sow discord.
She looked at Yun Xianqing and suddenly realized what she wanted.
The soul returns to its original body.
Meng Chiwan's eyes were red and swollen. She knelt on the ground, but reached out as if to grab something.
"I want... something that can hold my soul..."
Then, the campfire receded into the surrounding area, the operating magic circle slowly stopped working, and the wind whistled.
Then, on the altar, above the soul, in front of Meng Chiwan, a small teardrop pendant dangled into her palm.
On the water droplet, a small blue grass grows.
It's very cold.
But Meng Chiwan smiled. Tears streamed down her face, seeping into the altar and dissipating into the magic array beneath her.
Here. At this moment.
She was half-dead. Then Yun Xianqing used his remaining life to pull her back from the brink of death and personally mended her broken body.
Their souls were intertwined. They were the most perfect couple in the world.
She smiled softly.
Then he stood up and looked at Yun Xianqing on the other side of the altar.
A strange emotion flashed across Yun Xianqing's eyes, but when he looked at her, he suddenly smiled and said, "Chi Wan, I've finally met you."
The boy and the surrounding spirits were all sucked into the magic circle by the backlash.
The boy who claimed to be her father seemed to make a hand seal in his last moments before disappearing, and flew towards Yun Xianqing.
It flew out and then disappeared around Yun Xianqing.
Yun Xianqing showed little reaction.
He simply smiled at her, his eyes filled with interest, and then murmured, "It's been a long time..."
These words, scattered in the whistling wind, were destined never to reach Meng Chiwan's ears.
She approached him step by step.
But the moment she touched his body, her consciousness went haywire, and then everything went black.
He fell to the ground.
But this time, no one came to catch her.
Yun Xianqing didn't have it either.
...
When I woke up again.
Meng Chiwan is in the tower.
The stairs in the tower meander upwards.
She was lying on the wooden table, her hair seemed to be meticulously styled, and her head and body felt unusually heavy.
There is a bronze mirror on the table.
The person in the mirror had delicate features adorned with vermilion floral patterns, and a light layer of rouge on her cheeks. Someone had drawn her eyebrows, and the arched brows made her look even more tender and delicate.
Her lips were covered with a layer of vermilion lip rouge, as if someone had just sucked on them.
The hairstyle was unusual, and she couldn't name it for a moment. She only knew that she had never worn such a hairstyle before. The phoenix crown was elaborate and bright, and it felt somewhat heavy on her head.
When they were in the haunted house, Yun Xianqing had styled her hair. But she had never seen this particular hairstyle before.
She stood up, revealing herself to be wearing a bright red wedding dress.
Phoenix coronet and embroidered robe. The standard attire for a grand wedding.
Meng Chiwan was puzzled. But it seemed that the sound of a zither was coming from the top of the tower.
Meng Chiwan pushed aside the bronze mirror, and her hair ornament swayed slightly as she turned her head.
She took a step and walked towards the stairs.
I don't know what kind of test this will be. But since we've come this far, there's no reason to give up.
She climbed upwards step by step.
But it stopped at the top of the stairs.
The top floor of the tower might be a honey trap.
Yun Xianqing was also dressed in a bright red wedding gown.
His smiling eyes were like flowing spring water, and in her eyes, they were like a hundred flowers blooming. He casually plucked the strings, but every note resonated in her heart, weaving with her heartbeat to create a new melody.
"Yun Xianqing," Meng Chiwan called softly.
The response came almost instantly: "Chi Wan".
She smiled too.
Whether Yun Xianqing is real or fake, she always unconsciously becomes docile when facing him.
She liked to look at him with a smile, and call out to him with a smile.
Then he would respond to her softly. It seemed he would never get tired of it.
"Chi Wan, do you want to marry me?" The music stopped, and he looked at her, asking with a smile.
Meng Chiwan stood frozen in place. For a moment, she forgot everything.
Yun Xianqing asked her again, "Are you willing to give yourself to me?"
His voice remained as gentle as ever. After asking the question, he looked at her with a smile, seemingly possessing inexhaustible patience.
Is this Yun Xianqing really Yun Xianqing?
She should definitely consider this issue.
But she couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Finally, everything was about to settle down.
That's fine.
She was willing to be Yun Xianqing's wife.
Her gaze fell on the Buddhist prayer beads on Yun Xianqing's wrist.
Then she asked softly, "Who gave you this Buddhist prayer bead string?"
“Chi Wan gave it to me,” Yun Xianqing replied.
“We just now…” Meng Chiwan continued.
"Our souls are intertwined." Yun Xianqing glanced at her, then chuckled softly, his gaze burning.
Meng Chiwan blushed unconsciously. Even the blush couldn't hide her shyness.
If it were all just a dream.
She's willing to dream.
Besides, the Yun Xianqing before him was indeed Yun Xianqing. He knew everything that had happened within his soul.
She smiled, and then softly replied, "I do."
Yun Xianqing moved closer to her, took her hand, and her eyes reddened.
I don't know whether to be excited or moved.
"Chi Wan, thank you," Yun Xianqing said.
That's a really nonsensical statement.
But Meng Chiwan couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear the broken ice within, nor could she hear the abyss hidden within.
Then someone put a red veil over her head.
She opened her eyes under the red veil, and all she could see was a blinding red.
But she was secretly delighted. Finally, she was showing some girlish charm.
She was completely trapped in the quagmire called Yun Xianqing, sinking into it and unable to wake up.
Once Yun Xianqing lifts the red veil, he will see the astonishment in his wife's eyes.
Her mind was filled with the past, the future, and all the possibilities of happiness.
Until a long sword pierced her heart.
The sword tip pierced the scarlet wedding dress, tearing a wound in both her heart and the dress that could never heal.
She swallowed a mouthful of blood, the blood of which tasted metallic. Her vision began to blur.
A pair of hands landed beside the veil.
Those hands were incredibly beautiful, with long, slender fingers, just like the hands that had been playing the piano.
But those hands, resting on the edge of the veil, trembled for some reason, and hesitated to lift it.
Until she closed her eyes and her heart stopped beating, she saw no scenery other than the blinding red.
Those hands never lifted the veil from beginning to end.
All she heard was one sentence: "Chi Wan, I'm sorry."
Meng Chiwan closed her eyes, feeling the life force slowly flowing out of her body, just like the blood flowing from her heart.
But what saddened her the most was...
It was that voice.
She is exactly the same as Yun Xianqing.
And on her hands, she wore a string of Buddhist prayer beads that she had carefully selected and polished.
What have you wronged me about?
Yun Xianqing, tell me.
...
It's raining heavily.
It seemed like it was going to completely overwhelm and break the person.
Someone took the water droplet pendant from her hand and then stuffed the fairy herb into her mouth.
My body felt brighter.
But there was no warmth at all.
It's so cold from head to toe, inside and out.
She trembled, trembled, her whole body was dirty, and then she crawled up from the withered branches and fallen leaves.
A dark mass of people were kneeling and bowing all around.
Flames spread.
She looked up and ripped out her own heart.
Author's Note: A New Beginning!
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