Chapter 339 Wanwan
The surroundings gradually quieted down, leaving only the soft murmur of the water rippling gently.
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes trembled a few times, and her tense shoulders finally slumped down, revealing a hint of exhaustion that was hard to hide.
If he were her fox, how could she bear to let him leave?
But how could Feng Huixue bear to leave her alone in this lake?
She closed her eyes briefly.
The final, frozen moment flashed into my mind once more.
A pair of scarlet eyes, filled with fear and despair, brimming with tears, yet unable to grasp her fingertips.
I wonder how the fox and his friends are doing now...
I have no idea where Jiang Xingxing is, or if she's scared...
Jiang Xianwan closed her eyes tightly, desperately suppressing the stinging sensation in her eyes and the bone-chilling heat that was burning away her reason, and barely managed to wrap herself in a layer of blue clothing.
The lake water, which was originally at a comfortable temperature, was now as if it had been thrown into a raging furnace, becoming incredibly hot. Every inch of the water felt like boiling steel needles, densely piercing the skin.
The spring tide of her tribulation was even more terrifying than she had imagined. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, her consciousness dissipated, and she didn't even have the strength to lie on the rocks.
Jiang Xianwan frowned in pain, his cheeks covered in sweat. His arms could no longer support him, and he slowly slid down, sinking helplessly into the deep lake.
The turbulent water swept her down.
It gives one the illusion of accidentally stepping into a pot of boiling oil, about to be swallowed up and evaporated by the terrifying heat in an instant.
He opened his mouth in vain, but the lake water rushed into his nose and throat. A tearing pain shot through his chest, and all his struggles became weak and insignificant. Instead, he sank even faster.
The limbs eventually sank silently with the flow of water.
She stared blankly, her mind a complete blank, unable to think of anything.
The lake water is very clear and clean, and the moonlight shines through the water, reflecting the shadows on the lake bottom.
In the moment of near death, there is a wonderful illusion that one can instantly return to another world.
She seemed to see a lot of people.
River flows, wind swirls, snow falls, the emperor hides...
Senior Brother, Senior Sister He, Ni Chang, Yue Li...
Jiang Xianwan could no longer hold on; her eyelashes, like a butterfly with broken wings, slowly drooped, trying to completely block out the last sliver of blurry light.
Just before her vision was about to be plunged into eternal darkness, an extremely vibrant color, shimmering with brilliant light, suddenly tore through the dim water curtain and surged toward her without regard for anything else.
Her long eyelashes trembled very slightly, and with all her remaining strength, she struggled to lift a sliver of her eyelids.
Her mind was hazy and confused, the water shimmered and swayed, and in that blurry and broken light and shadow, she vaguely saw the face she had thought about a thousand times.
It is so beautiful it is beyond description.
Yet it also carried with it immense fear and devastation.
The man's brow was furrowed, and his eyes revealed undisguised anxiety and near-fearful panic.
With a powerful, uncontrollable tremor, his strong fingers gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her into his embrace.
The next second, cool lips pressed down on her, a breath that was both powerful and gentle, entering her nearly depleted lungs.
Immediately, he wrapped his strong arms tightly around her soft waist and burst out of the water!
The moment the oxygen returned, Jiang Xianwan leaned on his shoulder and coughed violently, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
With all her might, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"Wind swirls, snow returns..."
"Wind swirls, snow returns..."
Her voice was barely out of her mouth when it was replaced by a sob, which instantly turned into a wail.
The cries were like heavy blows to his heart, and Feng Huixue trembled all over, the lingering fear from the depths of his soul tearing him apart.
His arms tightened around her like a dying man clutching a piece of driftwood, drawing her into his chest and merging her into his very bones, confirming her reality.
It was just a hair's breadth away.
It was just a moment's difference between utter annihilation and irreversible destruction.
His soaked face was buried deep in the hair at the side of her neck, his breathing extremely disordered and rapid, his low, hoarse murmurs broken and indistinct.
It's unclear whether he was trying to comfort her or desperately trying to steady his own collapsing mind.
Or, one could use this to feel her body temperature and the beating of her pulse.
"I am here……"
"I am here……"
"Don't be afraid..."
"I'm here……"
He responded again and again, without stopping.
There was a strange softness in her trembling voice.
But it is more like a bone-chilling winter, with a stinging and chilling feeling as if the heart has been crushed by an ice blade.
His slightly hunched shoulders and the unnatural rise and fall of his chest with each breath betrayed the fear that was almost crushing him.
Feng Huixue tightened her grip uncontrollably, her pupils still contracting uncontrollably as she stared intently at a point in the void, as if the deadly threat had not yet left.
The rapid, shallow breaths, each one accompanied by a violent tremor of relief after surviving a catastrophe.
He let her shed tears and splash the lake water all over the skin of his neck.
That slight dampness and the rich, alluring fragrance at the tip of his nose finally pulled him back to his senses from the brink of utter panic.
It was this sliver of clarity that made him suddenly realize something was wrong.
She is the furnace.
This is the time when the spring tide is surging and turning against us!
And he just turned around and walked away... leaving her all alone!
This realization was like a poisoned ice blade, instantly piercing through all his forced composure.
"Why didn't you tell me!" he roared suddenly, his voice hoarse with despair, like the wail of a wounded beast. "Do you know... you almost died!"
The words, once spoken, were filled with a shocking sense of fear and dread, even to himself.
If he hadn't turned back...
If he had arrived a moment later...
He didn't even dare to think about it, didn't dare to think about the possibility of utter ruin.
Hot tears slid down her chin, and a muffled, heavy sob escaped Feng Huixue's throat.
Following his most primal instincts, he tightly clenched his arms around her, embedding her completely into his very bones, making separation impossible.
"Why...why didn't you keep me..."
"Do you know how scared I was just now...?"
His hoarse, broken voice suddenly stopped, and he froze instantly, even his breathing becoming extremely light and slow.
Another soft call reached her ear.
"Wanwan."
Feng Huixue suddenly held her breath, and the whole world seemed to freeze at that moment, waiting for a response.
"Hmm..."
The girl in his arms unconsciously tightened her arms around his neck, letting out a muffled, tearful response.
This faint response was like a pardon, igniting the deep-seated fear in his eyes.
"Wanwan..."
He called out again, his voice trembling uncontrollably, yet strangely tinged with the tenderness of something lost and found, as if those two words were the only spell that could anchor him to reality.
The girl seemed disturbed by the continuous calls, or perhaps tormented by the heat within her body, and let out a more indistinct moan as a response.
Feng Huixue persisted, staring intently into her hazy eyes, his gaze meticulously tracing every inch of her vision with a stubborn tension.
I absolutely need to confirm this again.
"Wanwan?"
"Hmm..."
The girl finally couldn't bear it any longer and turned her head to bury her burning cheeks in his damp clothes.
Unconsciously, she bit her knuckles hard, trying to resist the bone-deep agitation. Her body involuntarily moved closer to him, emitting soft rubbing and whimpering sounds like a young animal.
"wind……"
"Huixue..."
Feng Huixue lowered his head deeply, his violently shaking gaze repeatedly tracing her eyebrows and eyes, imprinting them into his soul.
The next moment, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his scalding tears and the low chuckle of relief mingling together in a chaotic mix, both crying and laughing.
Ultimately, it turned into a broken scream that could no longer be suppressed.
The voice was filled with the fear of destruction and the ecstasy of something lost and then regained.
Her name echoed in every breath.
"Wanwan..."
"Wanwan..."
"Jiang Xianwan".
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