“Shi Wuqing!” Shen Jueyu called out Shi Wuqing’s name word by word, as if wanting to kill her immediately. “Even the teacher couldn’t survive Xuan Mian’s hands, how did you come back alive?!”
“…” The people around noticed the subtle atmosphere.
What does your highness the princess mean by this?
The fog cleared when she was in doubt?
But weren't they close before? Besides, Shi Wuqing is just a first-year student! What can she do?
Shi Wuqing said sadly, "At that time, the Demon King did attack me, but A-Mian's body had reached its limit, and... at the moment when the Demon King attacked, A-Mian used his right hand to block his left hand."
"I think it's his residual emotions that prevent him from doing anything to me."
"How dare you say such a thing?!" Chen Jueyu's attitude suddenly became sharp. "You schemed against him like that, and you still have the nerve to say that he didn't want to hurt you even though he lost consciousness because he had feelings for you?! You must be feeling pretty smug, you've tricked them!"
"Your Highness..."
"Calm down!"
"Hehe." Chen Jueyu suddenly walked towards Shi Wuqing, pulled out a dagger from his arms, and stabbed her fiercely!
"Xiaoyu!"
The dean quickly stopped her.
"Dean Grandpa! It's all Shi Wuqing's fault! You don't know, you don't know anything!" Shen Jueyu's emotions were out of control.
The dean used magic to separate her. He looked at Shi Wuqing with an inexplicable look: "...I already understand the situation. You should go back and rest first. Thank you for your hard work."
Shi Wuqing and the dean nodded, then left with a dejected look on their faces.
Her fake performance made Shen Jueyuqi burst into tears.
Why?
Why?
It’s not like this in dreams!
Didn’t we agree to be her older sister and younger sister?
Why is sadness so superficial now?! Why can't I even pretend to be serious?!
Those two idiots—I clearly reminded them!
Shi Wuqing turned his back to the crowd and walked forward.
The sadness on her surface disappeared in an instant.
There was no expression on his snow-white face.
If you just look at her like this, she looks like a cold and heartless snow sculpture.
However, when she took a step forward, a trace of blood suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The blood flowed more and more, and she raised her hand to cover her mouth, as if she was crying silently.
But his steps did not stop for a moment, he kept moving forward firmly.
[What's flowing here isn't blood, it's tears (crying)]
[The knife is killing me. One is crying heartbreakingly behind me, while the other one is walking forward with a cold look, the corners of his mouth full of painful blood.]
[Is Qingqing's health getting worse? Why is she bleeding suddenly?]
[It probably has something to do with her mental state... Given her mental state, it's a good thing she didn't faint right away (quietly)]
I'm already feeling a bit heartbroken... Qingqing did this on purpose, didn't she? She wanted Xiaoyu to think she was hypocritical and cold-blooded, devoid of any real emotion.
"Huh? Why do I have this bad feeling? People usually do this when they're ready for death and don't want to upset their loved ones!"
[Death? No way???]
【! Now that you mention it... Qingqing said she would sacrifice everything she had, wouldn't that include... her life?】
【? ? ?! 】
[Shit... Let me think about it, she's talking about a body and a soul! Won't she die the moment time overlaps, or won't she no longer be "her"?]
【???! Author, I want to ask you, who taught you to write like this?! 】
[Xiaoyu!! Baby, don't be angry! Calm down and think about it carefully!! Think about what's wrong!! Cherish the Qingqing you have now (crying)]
[This is a fucking horror story! Xiaoyu, ahhhh Xiaoyu! Now I can only rely on you! Hurry up and find a way to catch Qingqing! !]
…
It was two days later that Yu Fengshi returned to the academy.
He brought another piece of sad news to everyone: Jiangchuan had defected.
For a time, the entire academy was plunged into depression because of these two pieces of news.
Yu Fengshi didn’t know about Xuan Mian yet. After hearing about it, he immediately came to find Shi Wuqing!
The purple-haired boy did not lose control like Chen Jueyu. He just stared at Shi Wuqing with cold and gloomy eyes.
"Is that really the case?"
Shi Wuqing nodded, his tone sad: "I'm sorry... Feng Shi, nothing like this happened in the future that I could foresee. I didn't know it would be like this."
Yu Feng was silent for a long time, and then he stretched out his right hand, on which three fingers were broken.
"The Tree of Life is now at a critical stage and can no longer assist with treatment."
"……Um."
"Please bandage this for me, Qingqing."
Shi Wuqing said tremblingly, "Okay."
She went to get some clean water and medicine, and then took some gauze, and carefully helped Yu Fengshi treat the wound.
Yu Fengshi lowered his eyes and stared at her motionlessly.
This process was very long, and when it was over, there was even a thin layer of sweat on Shi Wuqing's forehead.
"It's ugly." Yu Fengshi raised his hand and took a look.
"Sorry, I'm not very good at bandaging..."
"No, I'm talking about my hand," Yu Fengshi said. "When three of my fingers were first severed, I thought about cutting off the remaining two as well."
“…” Shi Wuqing turned his face away.
"Don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all," the young master said calmly, "I just feel a little disgusted with myself. After all, I have always been perfect in every aspect. I am a demigod."
"……Um."
"I told you not to cry!"
"I didn't cry."
"Look at me."
“…”
御风时敲了敲时雾清的脑袋，声音一如既往的欠揍：“你的情郎叛逃了，但你还得继续待在学院，省着点眼泪吧，以后你哭的时候还多着呢。”
Shi Wuqing remained silent and cried quietly for a while.
She thought she had accepted it, but unexpectedly, facing Xiaoyu's accusations, she just felt uncomfortable, but she was defeated by Fengshi's wounds and comfort.
What a proud man Feng Shi is! This pride doesn't refer to his personality, but to every second of his past!
He was born a child of destiny, but now he is in such a state of embarrassment because of her...
"What nonsense are you thinking about again?" Yu Fengshi stood up, his posture still noble. The setback before him did not defeat him. "Xuan Mian's matter is not your fault. Don't waste time blaming yourself. Besides, Xuan Mian may not be dead. I will bring him back."
Shi Wuqing looked up in surprise.
The young man placed his palm on her forehead and smiled, a rare gesture of gentle comfort.
"That's my promise."
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