Chapter 92 Chapter 92 Never look back until disaster strikes...
"If I were to ask you, no matter what you wish to take in the next few days, this is not a good time. If you really want to take it, you'll have to wait a few more days."
She smiled calmly: "I don't have time."
"If that's the case, stop immediately to avoid a serious mistake." The Taoist put the coin back into his sleeve, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at her twice. "This is from the bottom of my heart."
The Taoist priest left, his back disappearing into the misty mountain fog.
Nan Qiong Shuang stood there, with a layer of water droplets hanging on her eyebrows and eyelashes, like hoarfrost in winter.
She closed her eyes and smiled softly.
Great catastrophe?
There's nothing wrong with that.
She could die by mistake, but she could never die of weakness.
You can't deceive yourself because of a fake love, play another person for the rest of your life, and then fall in love with a fool who loves someone else.
She raised her chin, and there was a little bit of crystal water in her eyes. She thought it was just a drop of water hanging on her eyelashes, pouring into her eyes.
Walking up the mountain along the path, not far away, I looked up and saw the huge white jade statue of Guanyin of the East China Sea, standing in the vast white mist, pure white, quiet and solemn.
She walked over, raised her head, and met the eyes of the solemn god.
The Bodhisattva's eyes were filled with compassion, and he remained speechless even though he saw through her.
She was calm in doing evil, her brows and eyes remained motionless as she watched for a while.
After a while, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and made a wish.
"I hope that in a few days, on our engagement night, my wish will come true."
Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind blew, pulling up the hem of her sleeves and clothes, and her chalcedony earrings were blown up, hitting her earlobes.
She faced the wind, frowned and opened her eyes.
The mountain fog that had just covered everything was blown away by this gust of wind, and everything around suddenly became clear. The rugged rocks, the layers of green leaves, the lotus seat under Guanyin's feet, the sky outside the cliff, and the treetops far below, all revealed their original shapes in the blink of an eye.
She looked up in surprise, goose bumps forming all over her body. The moisture covered her skin, making it wet.
The Bodhisattva stood in the opened cloud, holding a pure bottle in his hand, his eyebrows lowered, peaceful and compassionate. Above his head, a round halo of dazzling light, colorful and bright, shone everywhere.
Her legs went weak and she took a step back, thinking she had seen it wrong.
Close your eyes tightly, then open them again.
The colorful halo is still dazzling and brilliant, shining down brightly.
Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
Suddenly, something slipped from the Bodhisattva's compassionate eyes.
Red.
A straight red mark suddenly appeared on the white jade face of Guanyin, flowing down and dripping onto the lapel of the Bodhisattva.
Is it blood and tears?
She began to shiver uncontrollably.
Why? Because she made a wish to take Gu Huaijin's life?
Because the Bodhisattva wants Gu Huaijin to live?
The Bodhisattva hopes that it is her who dies and wants her to let Gu Huaijin go, or that even if she doesn't kill Gu Huaijin, they can still have a good ending?
How is that possible?
She knew that things that were too beautiful were futile without even trying. Do tolerance and love really exist in this world?
Even if there is, when has she ever matched it?
Wake up.
Do more and dream less.
She bowed calmly under the Guanyin statue and left.
The Bodhisattva also wants her to die.
She can understand.
but.
If the Bodhisattva wants her to die, she doesn't want to die even more.
She insisted on living.
Even if it is wrong, she will keep going.
I will never turn back.
That night, Gu Huaijin came back.
She was still lying on the couch, dozing off. These days, she didn't want to go anywhere, was too lazy to move, and dozed off on the couch all day.
Gu Huaijin was afraid of disturbing her, so he closed the door gently and sat down beside her couch.
The quilt on the couch sank slightly to the side, and she woke up immediately. Then she remembered that there was only one person sitting next to her couch. Her eyelashes trembled twice, but she did not open her eyes.
He simply couldn't bear not seeing her. It was bound to happen sooner or later and there was no way to avoid it.
He simply lifted the quilt, climbed onto the bed, hugged her from behind, put his hands on her lower abdomen, rubbed his nose against the hair on the back of her head, and sniffed it again.
He murmured, "How long are you going to ignore me?"
She closed her eyes and said nothing.
"Jiaojiao." He clasped his hands on her belly and rubbed it slowly with his thumb, making her belly warm. "Jiaojiao."
Fortunately, she could still pretend to be asleep.
She ignored it.
He sighed and kissed the shell of her ear.
"You don't breathe like this when you're asleep." He closed his eyes. "Don't pretend, Jiaojiao."
She opened her eyes.
He clearly knew nothing about her, yet he seemed to know certain things about her so well.
"Are you back?" She was too lazy to act with him anymore.
"Um."
She lazily closed her eyes again: "Go to your room."
The chest behind him, rising and falling regularly, stopped for a moment.
The hand around her tightened again: "Why."
Because you love me so much that you can be killed by me, I don’t need to coax you anymore.
She was too lazy to answer.
Gu Huaijin hated it most when she didn't answer him - no matter what she said, she wouldn't say a word to him, like a teapot without a handle, with no way to grab it.
He could no longer bear the days of neglect, so he turned her over, forced her to his side, and held her down by the waist.
She was suddenly forced to turn over. She was feeling unhappy, but when she looked up and saw his expression, she forgot to be angry.
He looked at her sadly.
How did he become so haggard again? His entire body was horribly gray. He used to be as pure as a piece of warm jade, even in his most miserable state. Now he was completely withered, with spiderweb-like red bloodshot under his eyes. If he lost any more weight, he would be unrecognizable.
His lips were as white as fresh dough, except for a streak of glaring red blood at the corner that stung the eyes.
Gu Huaijin held her waist again, pressed her into his arms, and put his palm on her back, "Why don't you let me come over? Don't you like me anymore?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the familiar scent of him, mixed with the even more familiar smell of blood, hit her nose.
He's still vomiting blood.
She touched his lips with her fingers - his lips used to be soft, moist and kissable, but how come they became so dry and cracked in just a few days?
"How are you these days?"
"I've been wondering why you ignored me."
I'm asking about your heart disease.
She lowered her eyes, curled her index finger, and scratched his chin.
She didn't know why she did this.
"I didn't ignore you." She thought, and she softened her heart. "It was you who didn't come."
"You were the one who asked me to leave that day."
Of course. You don't even know who I am, yet you dare to say you love me. Why should I sleep on the same bed with you?
He asked, "Are you angry? Have you been angry lately? Why?"
"No."
"Don't give me the cold shoulder. Every time you give me the cold shoulder, you look away from me and to the lower right as if nothing happened."
She looked up in surprise, not knowing what to say.
How come he even observes this?
"What are you angry about?" He reached out his hand, touched her cheek, and caressed her face lovingly. "Tell me, why don't you want to tell me something? Aren't we husband and wife?"
She had never applied those two words to herself in her life, and she raised her eyebrows and smiled.
"You tell me, I'll change." He hugged her. Although he was much taller than her, he bent over and clung to her lovingly, sniffing deeply in the crook of her neck. "You're not angry at all, I'll listen. Why are you ignoring me just because of this?"
She closed her eyes.
I was soft-hearted just now and set a bad precedent. I shouldn't have set it.
He said, "I've thought about this carefully these days. Is it because Lantai is too high? You said you didn't want to go, but I still dragged you there, so you're unhappy?"
No, I'm not that willful.
"Or, you're afraid of heights, and I never noticed. Do you think I don't care about you?"
...Isn't this enough to make you feel attentive?
"Or," the arms around her suddenly tightened, and she felt as if she was tied up by him, unable to move, "Do you think I'm too worried about gains and losses, and I'm always tormenting you. Are you tired of it?"
She patted his back: "No."
"If there is, it doesn't matter." He rested his forehead against hers, cupped her face with his hands, and touched her eyelashes with his fingers. "I will change. I can endure it. I am very tolerant."
Her heart felt like it was hit by a club.
He had suffered so much at Huide's hands before because he was too patient.
Why is it that now, the word "tolerance" is regarded as a strength and is flaunted?
"Fool, don't tell others that you can endure it. They will bully you."
She had no idea what stupid things she was saying.
"If you want, what can I do?" He sighed, "It's Jiaojiao, bully her if you want."
Her throat seemed to be blocked, and her hands were on his chest, wrinkling his clothes.
I really want to hug him, put my head on his shoulder, and snuggle with him, head against head.
She noticed her lips were trembling violently and subconsciously pursed them tightly.
She closed her eyes.
Gu Huaijin placed one hand on her back, patting her slowly, like coaxing a child:
"Sometimes, I think you're timid. Sometimes, I find you're very strong. Sometimes, it's like I've never known you before. Sometimes, it's like I've known you for years."
"But don't stop relying on me just because you're strong. If you have any problems, tell me. Don't try to handle it all by yourself."
"I'll face it with you. Even if there's no solution, there's always a solution. Just be obedient."
Is there any way?
She wanted to cry, why did she want to cry again? Was Wu Dao right next to her?
She shouldn't see Gu Huaijin again. She shouldn't even see him again.
"Also, the heart knot."
There was a strange whimper in her throat now, which she swallowed down.
"Um?"
"You promised to make me a love knot before. Give it to me when you can."
He closed his eyes and spoke so softly that only the two of them could hear him.
"It's the one I made for Li..."
The hand on her waist pinched her.
"I made it a long time ago, but I forgot to give it to you." She pinched a piece of cat hair off his face with her fingers. "It's gardenia yellow. It's on the shelf."
"Yeah." He kissed her eyelashes, accidentally making her tear fall.
"Why are you crying?" He lowered his eyes, moved closer to her, and looked at her carefully.
That look was so loving that it made her feel sad.
Her tears rolled down in strings and she said nothing.
I put my hand on his chest and suddenly felt a hard, thin rope.
Her heart rumbled and she realized that disaster was about to happen.
Mountain guardian jade plaque.
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