Chapter 311: Making it a round number
Jiang Xianwan's consciousness was still somewhat hazy. Her dazed gaze slowly focused, landing vaguely on the twins nestled on her left and right sides, around her neck.
Yao Ling and Xiu Yin, perhaps because they hadn't slept well for too long, had heavy eyelashes that cast a faint shadow on their eyelids. Their two sleeping faces were identical, completely unguarded, yet their brows were furrowed in the same way.
Jiang Xianwan's mind was blank, without focus or thoughts. The chaotic sounds and tangled memories receded far away, separated by an invisible membrane.
She just lay there, not knowing what she should think or do.
Time slipped by unnoticed, and I don't know how much time had passed.
Perhaps it lasts only a moment, or perhaps it is already the end of the night and the beginning of the next day.
The light and shadow outside the cave shifted slowly, and in the silence, only the soft breathing of the three people could be heard.
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes trembled very slightly, and she began to show a slight reaction in her dazed state.
She had already taken control of this body; every inch of her skin and blood vessels responded to her will, moving slowly, with a touch of awkwardness.
Yao Ling immediately woke up, like a startled cat, her tail suddenly wrapping tightly around her ankle. Xiu Yin then opened his eyes, a clear look of panic quickly rising to his face.
The twins' eyelashes were still soft and drooping, and they were still tired. They hurriedly sat up, took her hand, and carefully examined the still unhealed wound by the light of the pearl.
"Sister, is it hurting again?"
Yao Ling's voice trembled violently, each word carrying a heavy weight of self-blame and heartache, along with a hint of helplessness.
Xiu Yin carefully examined her spiritual power. Seeing that she remained silent and did not get up, a faint hope suddenly arose in his heart, and hesitantly leaned his cheek against hers.
"elder sister……"
The call was low and hoarse, with a slightly damp nasal tone, like a coquettish plea or a helpless pleas.
Did the older sister instinctively grasp the sword blade, perhaps harboring a lingering reluctance to part with them deep down?
Yao Ling slightly lifted her eyelashes and secretly glanced at her expression. Seeing that there was no resistance in her beautiful eyes, she tentatively and very gently lay back down beside her, as if approaching a fragile treasure.
He gently rested his chin on her warm neck, like a young animal that had finally found its home, even his breathing was light and soft.
Her eyelashes fluttered, brushing against Jiang Xianwan's neck and making it itch.
“I had a dream, in which…my sister abandoned us again.”
Xiu Yin pursed his lips and remained silent, clearly having slept very restlessly these past few days. The slightly cool tip of his tail secretly wrapped around that slender, snow-white ankle, circle by circle.
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes were half-closed, and her fingertips under her sleeves unconsciously curled twice.
He resisted the idea that he was the World Emperor, and the memories of resisting the World Emperor.
Even more resistant, she couldn't find a trace of Feng Huixue and the others in this memory.
Even now, she still doesn't know what the remaining memories she can't recall are.
She clearly cultivates both paths simultaneously, and she shouldn't have fallen in love.
If she could be so ruthless in the face of twins like these, why would she so easily develop feelings for Feng Huixue and the others?
It is said that after that great battle, both Emperor Lingxiu and the World Emperor disappeared without a trace.
So...where did she go after that, and where did the twins go?
If the twins are alive, why have they never come looking for her?
Why did she lose her memory again, and why was she sent back three hundred years by Heaven in such a way?
These are, after all, the will of Heaven.
Or perhaps, it was her own desire.
If that is what she is asking for, then what is it that she is asking for?
Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but think of the huge clam shell inside the tombstone.
Who is the thing inside the shell...?
That dragon-shaped immortal vein that sustains life, prevents the body from decaying, and can also nurture and nourish the soul, if it came from her hand...
Jiang Xianwan closed her eyelashes, feeling as if a blunt blade was sawing her hard.
What left her even more bewildered was that the words she uttered at this moment were the same cold indifference she had when she was the Realm Emperor, walking alone in this world.
It's her.
It's not her.
"leave."
She wanted to be alone for a while.
She might be going crazy.
Xiu Yin's expression froze slightly. Before his eyes, which were like cold jade, could even show the joy of getting what he wanted, they shattered the moment she finished speaking.
"Leaving...leaving again?"
His voice was low and hoarse, like shattered jade scraping against the heart, carrying a hint of disbelief and trembling.
He slowly sat up, his movements clumsy, every bone in his body resisting.
The carefully maintained calm finally shattered completely. For the first time, pain, grievances, and confusion erupted, like a trapped beast, with cries of despair and questioning.
"If you want my brother and me to leave, why doesn't your sister let us die? Why doesn't she let us die!"
Even if my brother and I try our best to follow in my sister's footsteps and stand shoulder to shoulder with you!
"Everyone can stand next to my sister, but not my brother and me... Why... Why won't they even give us a little bit of space?"
"still……"
He suddenly smiled, tears streaming down his clear and beautiful face, like rouge stains suddenly falling on the snow.
"Even now, my sister... still hasn't remembered who we two burdens, these two troubles are!"
Yao Ling suddenly curled up, as if being whipped again and again, her entire body trembling violently.
Hot tears, undisguised, streamed down Jiang Xianwan's neck.
It was as if he was running away, as if he couldn't bear to look at her cold expression.
He clenched his teeth, but couldn't suppress the broken sobs in his throat. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a bottomless cliff, and finally took that step forward—no more struggling, only a desperate questioning.
How many more times will my sister abandon us?
He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at her.
Each word was written as if it were written in blood.
"Seventeen years...one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times!"
For the last time, he left them with the sect leader of Zhongzhou and resolutely walked away without looking back.
Despite their cries and promises, despite their struggles that shook the barrier and left them covered in wounds, they could not escape the place without their sister and could not return to her side!
They could only desperately cultivate day and night.
Day after day, densely packed.
Yao Ling and Xiu Yin suddenly helped her up gently, their trembling hands pointing to the lychee tree outside the window, laden with fruit.
Her voice was filled with broken, hoarse sobs, as if she were still those two pitiful little snakes abandoned in the barrier, covered in wounds and unwanted by anyone.
"Go and see...go and see...see the traces of the place you left us behind!"
"Seventeen years... six months... sixteen days."
Jiang Xianwan had excellent eyesight; through the scorching sunlight, he could see countless, new and old markings.
Each one was crooked and trembling, using all its despair and strength, like the last scratches of a dying person, leaving behind hideous and indelible marks.
If one is a world-shaking emperor, unburdened by emotions, with a calm heart, unmoved by any winds from east, west, north, or south.
I don't understand why someone who likes another would risk their life for that person?
They probably wouldn't even bother to scoff at it.
Jiang Xianwan lowered her eyes almost averting her gaze, her fingertips digging into her palm.
"Is my sister going to abandon us again?"
"Perhaps... we can round it up to a whole number."
The two voices were extremely soft; even their hysteria was expressed in a gentle, lowered tone.
The suppressed final sound swept across the eardrums. There was no hysterical roar, but it was more terrifying than any angry shout. Jiang Xianwan felt his soul begin to ache again.
His chest tightened, his vision went black, and he suddenly leaned forward. A mouthful of bright red blood gushed out without warning, landing on his clothes in a horrifying sight.
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