Chapter 63: Snow on Earth
As dawn broke, sunlight streamed through the windowpanes, casting a soft, delicate glow on the branches of the night-blooming cereus.
Sang Ying's eyelids trembled slightly as the sunlight dazzled her. Before she could open her eyes, she heard a soft rustling sound beside her, as something approached and blocked the light.
She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred for a few seconds, before she gradually made out the outline of the figure in front of her.
He had clearly lost weight, his jawline was more defined, and his eyes and brows were filled with a deep weariness and fatigue. But his dark eyes were fixed on her intently, as if afraid of missing a single detail.
After Sang Ying opened her eyes, she stared at him for a long while. He didn't say anything, just looked at her, his breathing even seemed to freeze, and he held it very softly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he made a sound.
Finally, Sang Ying spoke first, her pale, listless face resting on the pillow, her voice hoarse: "Xie Lingyu, I'm thirsty."
The young man seemed to come alive at this moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he responded with an "okay," then turned around and brought over some warm sugar water. He gently helped her sit up against the headboard, with soft pillows placed behind her.
The spoon was brought to her lips, but she only had half a spoonful of warm water in her mouth. Sang Ying was a little dissatisfied and reached out to take the bowl from his hand, but her hand felt like it didn't belong to her, weak and limp. She lifted it up a little and then dropped it again.
How did she become like this?
The weather was cold, so Xie Lingyu took her hand and put it under the blanket to warm it. He said softly, "Your soul was severely damaged, and you lost most of your blood. Your body is almost completely exhausted. It's a miracle that you can even move now."
Sang Ying: "..."
Sang Ying felt a little guilty under his gaze and whispered, "Well, I was trying to save you."
Xie Lingyu scooped up some warm sugar water and brought it to her lips. "Junior sister scolded me for doing dangerous things without warning, but she went to her death without saying a word."
Sang Ying: "How could I not say a word? I clearly said a lot of things."
"Yes, he was so scared that he was trembling all over and talking incoherently, but he was still comforting me and telling me not to be afraid."
Xie Lingyu raised his eyes, his dark pupils looking at her. "Should I praise my junior sister for her bravery and fearlessness?"
Sang Ying: "If you really want to praise me, that's not impossible..."
"Sang Ying".
He rarely called her by her name directly, and instead spoke in a serious tone, his dark eyes fixed on her, "This is no joke; it can really kill you."
The pale-faced girl looked at him, then suddenly widened her eyes, pursed her lips, and her eyes instantly filled with a wet mist, making her look extremely aggrieved.
"Are you being mean to me?"
Xie Lingyu paused, "I didn't, it's just about this..."
"I saved you and you didn't even thank me, you even yelled at me! You ingrate, you farmer and the snake, you damn dragon!"
The girl turned her head away from him, showing him only the back of her head, as if she didn't want to talk to him.
"Junior sister..."
Xie Lingyu softened his voice and tried to coax her for a while, but she still didn't turn her head. He sighed softly, "For me, watching my junior sister die in front of me to protect me is far more unacceptable than killing me."
The listless girl slowly turned her head back. "And what about me?"
He was like that, so how could she possibly watch him die right before her eyes?
Xie Lingyu fell silent for a moment, staring intently at her, her eyes swirling with emotion.
"What my junior sister said back then..."
His words immediately reminded Sang Ying of her dying words and her final, heartfelt confession when she thought she was about to die...
Sang Ying's ears turned red instantly, and she quickly changed the subject: "Xie Lingyu, how long have I been asleep?"
"Three months."
"Oh, it's been so long. Winter must have arrived by now. No wonder I feel a bit cold."
Sang Ying tried to find a topic to talk about: "By the way, how are the cultivation world and the demon world doing now? Since I'm not here, can we not use that secret technique anymore?"
"During their later search, they found many ancient secret techniques in Xu Bin's storage ring, learning that he had been researching tribulation lightning for many years. They found the technique he used to absorb the tribulation clouds, and after modification, it had recently purified the spiritual energy of both realms."
Sang Ying clicked her tongue. Wouldn't it be better to put that energy into cultivation? Why do they have to take shortcuts and resort to crooked methods?
"How are the senior brothers? And Lengmian Jingxi and the others, are they all alright?"
"He has fully recovered and recently visited his junior sister in the Cloud Spirit Realm."
Sang Ying asked questions casually, but the young man replied to each one seriously.
She looked at the young man in front of her. His handsome face was clearly weary, and there was a layer of dark circles under his eyes. Without asking, she knew that he had stayed by her side every step of the way for the past three months, without even closing his eyes.
She yawned. "Xie Lingyu, I'm sleepy."
The young man helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket. "Go to sleep."
Sang Ying tilted her head to look at him, imperiously saying, "I want you to sleep with me. If you're cold, warm me up."
Xie Lingyu looked at her pale face and paused. "Junior sister is very weak right now and can't withstand any bumps or knocks. If you're cold, I'll warm you up like this."
As he spoke, he took her hand in his long, slender hand and warmed her with his spiritual energy.
"I don't like it so warm."
Sang Ying snorted loudly and turned her face away. "If you don't come up today, don't even think about getting into my bed again!"
The threat was indeed effective. After a while, a weight was lifted from the bed beside him, the blanket was pulled back a little, and the young man lay down on it.
He gently reached out and placed his hand on her, his movements very light and slow, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll, handling her with utmost care.
It was too slow, and Sang Ying got impatient. She rolled over and snuggled into his arms, burying her head in his chest.
She heard his heart skip a beat, and the breath on his head paused as well. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, he slowly pulled her into his arms.
His body was warm and cozy. Sang Ying wasn't sleepy at first and just wanted him to sleep for a while, but now she was really sleepy. Smelling the familiar sandalwood scent on him, she fell asleep in no time.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the two sleep in each other's arms under the moonlight.
...
Upon learning that Sang Ying had woken up, a large number of people wanted to visit her, including the eldest brother, Xiao Lingzhou, the cold-faced Jingxi, the trumpet-wielding demon king Sang Biao... Even Xiao Mi pressed several paw prints onto the eldest brother's glass mirror.
But Xie Lingyu coldly rejected all of these offers, even allowing Rongrong's mother to only catch a glimpse from afar. Her reason was that she needed to rest and couldn't be disturbed; they could meet again once she had fully recovered.
Sang Ying had no objection to not receiving guests for the time being, since she was too tired to even speak and indeed didn't have the energy to see anyone.
But she felt that Xie Lingyu was really a bit...
He fed her food and water, forbade her to get out of bed and walk, carried her to the study if she wanted to go, carried her to see the flowers if she wanted to go, treated her like a porcelain doll, and couldn't afford to bump or hurt her at all.
Even changing clothes required his help. She blushed and pressed her underwear tightly against her body, but she had no strength at all. He easily moved her hand away, grabbed her slender legs, and put on new underwear.
He said in a nonchalant tone, "It's not like I haven't helped my junior sister change before. Has she not gotten used to it yet?"
How am I supposed to adapt to this?!
Sang Ying was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, but then she suddenly noticed his gaze falling on her inner garment, and she quickly pressed it down.
But clearly, it didn't work.
Sang Ying could only watch helplessly as he untied the red knot at the back of his neck, his undergarments loosened and fell off, revealing his soft, white rabbit tail to the cool air. The tail swayed slightly, soft and beautiful.
Her ears turned red, and she was about to call him a pervert when she saw that the young man in front of her had no lust in his eyes. He picked up a new undergarment and put it on her, wrapping her up, while his warm, long fingers tied a knot at the back of her neck.
He even warmed her clothes beforehand, fearing she might catch a cold; the fabric was warm and cozy, warmed by his touch.
He dressed her properly, then pulled her into his arms and held her close, lying down beside her.
Sang Ying was stunned for a moment, and then slowly pressed her little face against his chest.
In the middle of the night, Sang Ying heard the soft sound of snow falling and breaking bamboo outside, and woke up.
The young man noticed she was awake and pressed his head against hers. "Had a nightmare?"
Is it snowing outside?
"Yes, it was woken up by the noise? I'll seal the barrier."
Sang Ying shook her head. "I've been sleeping every day these past few days, and I woke up because I slept too much. Xie Lingyu, I want to go outside to see the snow."
"Winter in the Cloud Spirit Realm is much colder than in the cultivation world; it's too cold outside."
Sang Ying nuzzled his chest, "Xie Lingyu."
After a moment of silence, Xie Lingyu was finally defeated by her not-quite-coquettish act of coquetry and sighed softly, "Okay."
Before Sang Ying could even feel happy, she was suddenly dressed in a thick, plush coat, followed by two more layers: a hat, a scarf, gloves… In the end, Xie Lingyu emerged from the room carrying a ball of fur.
Sang Ying: "..."
The two sat under the veranda of the bamboo garden, looking at the vast snow outside. The bamboo forest was quiet and serene in the misty snow. The lotus flowers in the spirit lake bloom all year round, and fine snowflakes fell on the petals and leaves.
The whole world was white.
Sang Ying leaned against him and asked, "Xie Lingyu, if I had really died back then, and there was no way to save me, what would you have done?"
The voice above my head was faint.
"We shall share the same bed in life, and the same grave in death."
...That's exactly the same idea.
Sang Ying couldn't help but reflect: Had she become abnormal because she had been spending too much time with this crazy, wicked dragon?
The young man behind her rested his chin against the nape of her neck, his voice soft, "Junior sister said back then that she liked me a lot?"
Sang Ying's ears turned red instantly.
"That's nonsense! You know, it's normal for people to talk nonsense when they're about to die."
Xie Lingyu watched as she vehemently denied it, and his hopeful heart gradually cooled. He pursed his lips, about to speak, when the girl in his arms suddenly turned around.
Her eyes were wet, brimming with moisture, her fingers were clenched, and she looked extremely nervous; her ears were also flushed.
Under his puzzled gaze, she grabbed the hem of his shirt, her small face drawing closer to his, and then a feather-light kiss landed on his cheek.
Xie Lingyu was taken aback.
The light, soft touch lingered for a moment. As the distance increased, the girl's face flushed, her eyes welled with tears, and she looked away, her voice barely audible.
"I just like it a little bit."
Finally, he hurriedly added some more details.
"It's really only a little bit, please don't overthink it! Absolutely not... um."
A kiss as light as a feather landed on the corner of her lips.
The young man slowly stepped back, cupping her small face in his fingers, his fingertips gently caressing her dark, glassy eyes, which reflected the clear moonlight, with her shadow right in the center.
"Junior sister, may I kiss you?"
"...Who asks after kissing someone! You pervert!"
...
Snow falls on broken bamboo, and the spirit lake reflects the heart.
From then on, we weathered storms together, witnessed the beauty of nature, and shared the joys and sorrows of life.
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The main story is finished. I'll write some sweet and playful side stories later. Feel free to suggest anything you'd like to see, and I'll update them according to the rankings. _(:з」∠)_
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At the age of fifteen, Lin Mo, from the countryside, was adopted by the wealthy and powerful Bo family in City A.
At seventeen, Bo Mo, who was living under someone else's roof, died on a rainy night.
When she woke up again, she was penniless and walking on unfamiliar streets, not recognizing a single person. In this moment of confusion and helplessness, Bo Mo could only think of her two nominal brothers.
They are truly the chosen ones, the center of attention. The eldest brother, Bo Sichen, took over the conglomerate at a young age and is known for his aloof and arrogant nature.
The second brother, Bo Jinfeng, is arrogant, roguish, and unrestrained.
Bo Mo had long understood that she was not one of them.
She only thought about studying hard to get into a good university, and kept her distance from the two men, having no contact with them until her death.
A torrential downpour, a desolate rain curtain.
Bo Mo borrowed a phone from a kind passerby, and after thinking it over, she carefully dialed Bo Sichen's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered just before the second ring ended.
Afraid of disturbing him late at night, she spoke timidly, her voice unconsciously low: "Hey, brother."
The other end of the phone was eerily quiet; there wasn't a sound.
Bo Mo nervously plucked the water droplets from her hair, feeling awkward and restrained. She stammered, "I can't find my way home, and I have no money. Brother, could you... lend me some money?"
The sound of shattering glass came from the other end of the phone, sharp and piercing. In the dim rainy night, it was like the breaking of a long-silent dream.
...
A rumor is circulating widely among the elite circles of City A: the older brother of the Bo family is still unmarried, and the younger brother is celibate, all because he is keeping his chastity for his beloved.
A discerning individual pieced together a portrait based on subtle clues.
Long hair in a ponytail, wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School in City A, gentle personality, and likes jasmine.
Hey.
Doesn't that sound a lot like the Bo family's younger sister who died young?
...
Perhaps due to their experiences, the two older brothers had undergone significant personality changes seven years later. The eldest brother was no longer aloof and unapproachable; he was gentle and polite, always ready to help her solve any difficulties, and exceptionally reliable.
Even her second brother had shed his roguish ways, patiently tutoring her in soft voices every night.
But Bo Mo knew that they were still not on the same path.
So after saving enough money to rent a place outside, she planned to sincerely thank her two older brothers and leave the old house.
Pushing open her brothers' door, she was suddenly surprised to find the room covered with her photos and filled with her belongings, like a nest full of treasures.
She stepped back in surprise, only to bump into the arms of the person behind her.
...
The cold chain fastened to her ankle. Bo Mo couldn't tell whose fingertips were gently caressing her; it was unusually hot. Tears welled in her eyes, and she could only tremble uncontrollably.
The cold voice that came from behind was incredibly gentle.
"My little sister rarely comes home, and now that she's all grown up, does she want to leave her brother?"
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timid, dull, and honest younger sister vs. her brother, a mad dog who became a gloomy male ghost after his sister's death *2
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