“Let’s go see Qingyu together, let’s tell him together.” Xue Ran tried to pick her up and take her back, but she coughed violently after only a slight movement, and then she spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Feng Guang weakly opened her eyes and said apologetically, "I got your clothes dirty..."
"Since you're the one who dirtied it, you should clean it for me." Xue Ran calmly wiped the blood off her face. Her face was as white as jade, and there shouldn't have been any blood on it. The black blood was very unsightly.
His wiping motion was gentle, but lying in his arms, she could feel his tense body. She raised her hand and grasped his hand, smiling slightly, "Don't bother... You are the Holy Lord of Medicine and Poison, so naturally you can see that I can't hold on for much longer. Xue Ran, you see, heaven is still fair. Even though you are known as a divine doctor who can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, it is still just a legend. You are still just a mortal."
She waited until the poison had penetrated his lungs before coming to see him, ensuring that he was beyond saving. It's like someone who has been sinking into a swamp from the beginning; what's the point of rescuing him when only his shoes are sticking out?
Xue Ran lowered her head and pressed her face against hers, speaking in a tone that coaxed a child, "Fengguang, after you take the longevity elixir, I will make you osmanthus cake every day from now on."
"Osmanthus cake... So you still remember, but... It's too late, it's useless... The elixir of immortality can't cure my poison in the end." Feng Guang's eyes gradually became unfocused.
He suddenly tightened his grip on her, but his voice remained gentle as he spoke, "Do you think that if you die... I'll let those people go?"
"Whether you let them go or not... I'll never see them." So, the threat was useless against her, and she wasn't as noble as she thought.
"Feng Guang, are you taking revenge on me?" Xue Ran murmured. "In another year, ten years, or a hundred years, perhaps I will meet another woman. I will like her even more than I like you now, and she will be willing to live with me forever. What can your death do for me?"
She struggled to open her eyes and said weakly, "But those people... won't be me anymore. I'm destined not to be by your side anymore."
Yes, there is only one Xia Fengguang.
A sense of panic, which he didn't want to admit, rose within him, yet he couldn't shake off his confusion: "You love me, so why don't you want to be with me?"
"I love you, even knowing you killed my father, I still love you... But from the day you decided to kill my father, we could never be together. I'm not Guan Yueyue, I can't forgive Nangong Li like she did." The excruciating pain in her body lessened, and her consciousness slowly faded. Feng Guang exhaled a long breath, as if savoring her last breath. "Xue Ran, I can't bear to kill you... But I've thought of a good way to get revenge on you. I'm going to... I'm going to kill myself with my own hands..."
"Isn't it better to continue living and hating me?" His dark eyes reflected her increasingly pale and weak face. "You should know that even if you die, I won't be too sad. Your revenge won't have much of an impact on me."
At most... it's just a pity, because he has seen too many people die.
If his current feeling is different from that of people he has seen on their deathbeds in the past, then who is he trying to fool with those words?
Xue Ran didn't understand.
“It’s alright if you’re not sad…” Feng Guang used her last strength to lift her head, her blood-stained lips pressed against his ear, and said in the most reluctant tone, “Xue Ran, you must live well… live forever, even if there is only one person left in the world… you must live alone. I don’t want you to disturb my last moments of peace while I’m queuing on the Bridge of Helplessness.”
Finally, she chuckled softly, closed her eyes in relief, and her consciousness dissipated with the howling mountain wind, slowly taking away the warmth from her body.
After a long, long time, until night fell, Xue Ran kissed her cold lips. A strand of white hair fell on her cheek. He raised his eyes and smiled slightly, "I will live well as you wish."
His eyes, which always looked at people with gentleness, were indescribably clear, and his most heart-stirring smile outshone even the bright moon's radiance. Yet, there was not a trace of human warmth in that smile.
He seemed to have returned to the past, and he became Xue Ran again, the one who didn't know why he felt his heart flutter.
Simply because there will never be another person in his life who would smile sweetly and tell him he's handsome.
Xia Fengguang is dead.
And in this world, no matter how many centuries pass, there will only be one Xia Fengguang.
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