Chapter 341 Disliking Oneself
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
What responsibility does she bear?
What makes her accountable?
Believe it or not, if a fox from another world found out, it would definitely come and kill her!
Then... bite 'him' to death!
Jiang Xianwan lowered her eyelashes slightly, like raven feathers, concealing the complex emotions flowing in her eyes.
She did not feel happy.
on the contrary.
She regretted it.
He regretted provoking them in this mortal world instead of trying other ways to stop the wedding and killing Lin Qingran.
After she finished doing all this, she had no choice but to leave, cruelly leaving them behind...
Just thinking about it makes me unable to bear it.
Feng Huixue lowered her eyes and stared at the person on her lap who was clearly distracted, her gaze somewhat dim.
A bitter taste rose in his throat, which he forced down, pretending not to see the hesitation and retreat in her eyes.
I grabbed her shoulders with both hands and shook her; she bristled again.
"What kind of expression is that? What kind of reaction is that? What does it mean?"
He became increasingly angry as he spoke.
The more he talked, the redder his eyes became.
"Jiang Xianwan! You want to renege on your promise?"
"I'm telling you, if you don't agree today," he lowered his head, his nose touching hers, and said fiercely, "I'll bite you to death!"
Why should I?!
He had lost so much of his vitality because of her these past few days, and she had seen all his disheveled and embarrassed moments!
Why is it that Feng Yiyun can wear bell flowers and Di Yin can too, but he can't?
Feng Huixue became increasingly vulnerable and lowered her head to bite her neck lightly.
His teeth pressed against her soft, smooth skin, his muffled voice filled with grievance and accusation.
You bastard!
"Bad woman!"
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
A slight, subtle pain spread, accompanied by a touch of itchiness.
She tensed up and uncomfortably raised her hand to push him away.
"Stop fooling around."
No matter how similar the two Feng Huixue are, she only wants her Feng Huixue.
She will leave sooner or later, so how can she be responsible for him in this world?
Jiang Xianwan was extremely conflicted. Her body instinctively leaned back slightly, trying to widen the distance between them once again.
She pursed her lips, unable to meet those eyes, and spoke softly yet clearly.
"We don't know each other."
Feng Huixue was stunned, as if she had been stung by those words, and the fingers that were wrapped around her waist loosened one by one.
Her face instantly turned deathly pale, and even her lips lost their color.
His eyes were filled with unbelievable pain, and his voice was terribly hoarse.
"If I didn't know you... how would I know your name?"
Then, he interrogated me relentlessly, as if dissecting something, every word dripping with pain.
"If you don't know me, why did you call me that?"
As he spoke, his captivating fox-like eyes gradually reddened, and mist filled his gaze.
He stared at her stubbornly, his voice trembling as he asked, "Jiang Xianwan... are you going to deny it?"
Jiang Xianwan felt an unbearable pain in her heart from those eyes, and awkwardly looked away, saying, "I... I have someone I like."
But that's you from another world.
Feng Huixue paused slightly, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly bent down and grabbed her slender ankle.
"Is it...them?"
To be precise.
They are from another mortal world.
Four days was enough for him to notice the three bells tied to her ankles.
When those three crisp yet subtly different bell sounds entered my ears.
With just one glance, an overwhelming jealousy ignited like a raging fire, instantly burning all his reason to ashes.
No one could have known that when those three bells came into view, a thousand speculations pierced his heart.
He could only grit his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and nearly smash the three unsightly bells to dust.
Or... hang a bell-shaped flower that belongs to you.
But he knew... Jiang Xianwan wouldn't agree.
Finally, he managed to regain his senses, his knuckles taut and pale, and all that came out was a suppressed gasp.
As the Demon Emperor, he naturally knew all of Fengyi and the others' movements.
A woman named Jiang Xianwan never appeared in their lives.
The three glaring bells, along with her voice that repeatedly called out to him yet seemed to be calling out to someone else through him, cruelly confirmed his suspicions.
He then contacted Fengyi, Yun Weize, and Di Yin.
Jiang Xianwan was someone I felt I hadn't met sooner in the letter.
They are people from another mortal world.
In that mortal world that belonged to her, Di Yin and the other two were all her people.
But she clearly called his name again and again, even if she was calling another "him".
Why is it that on that slender anklet, there is not a bell flower that belongs to... even another one of him?
Or is it...?
For her... Fengyi, Yun Weize, and Di Yin were the more important people?
Feng Huixue was too jealous to even think about being jealous of herself; these past few days, all she could think about was being jealous of those three.
There's also the frustration with the other 'him' for not living up to his potential!
I even wanted to curse and angrily ask, "What is 'his' purpose in living?!"
waste!
She can't even win a contest for the emperor's favor!
That's a disgrace to him!
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Forget it.
Is it because we can't win?
The struggle and scrambling for power, the empress's position, the concubine's magnanimity, and the behavior of a brothel owner.
The moment they open their eyes, they start scrambling for things.
He repeatedly used sarcastic and veiled insults against beautiful women in his messages.
Don't say it.
When a fox gets ruthless, it will even curse itself.
Feng Huixue, of course, had no idea about him in the other mortal world, and he didn't disappoint him in the slightest.
She pursed her lips, her fingertips trembling as she fiddled with the three bell-shaped flowers, her voice hoarse as if it were filled with rough sand.
"Jiang Xianwan...I'm your person too..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his reddened eyelids, his eyes brimming with tears, each word seeming to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth.
"Why... is my bellflower the only one missing?"
Is that 'him' really that useless?!
Doesn't she understand the meaning of hard work at all?!
idiot!
What a loser!
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about yourself?
Why?
Could she say that he in the other world... hadn't had a chance to see her yet?
If he saw it, wouldn't he get angry and drop one himself?
I reckon I can make my own flower even more flamboyant and eye-catching than the other bells!
The next instant, before Feng Huixue's fingertips had even left the three bells, Jiang Xianwan's expression suddenly changed, and she instinctively flung his fingers away!
Her movements were so fast they almost created a whistling sound. An even more powerful spiritual force surged from her fingertips, mercilessly crushing the faint spiritual threads he was tentatively binding around her.
"Wind Returns to Snow!"
Her voice suddenly rose, and a hint of panic, which she herself did not even realize, slipped through her fierce expression.
The words had barely left his mouth when he met a pair of eyes that had suddenly looked up...
The overwhelming pain and unbelievable agony made her heart clench.
Only then did she realize that his actions just now were not really intended to forcibly create a bell flower that belonged to her.
But...
A tentative exploration tinged with trepidation and anticipation, a cautious search for confirmation.
She wanted to find out whether he truly existed in her heart as merely a shadow or a substitute for "him".
Jiang Xianwan suddenly caught her breath, her whole body stiffening as if frozen in his arms, even her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
The sudden surge of guilt and helplessness burned her heart, and she didn't even dare to look into his reddened eyes, turning her face away in embarrassment.
Feng Huixue remained silent, her gaze slowly shifting from the side of her face that she was avoiding, and then staring blankly down at her empty fingertips.
In the corner of my eye, the three bell-shaped flowers of different colors swayed glaringly, a silent mockery.
His face was expressionless, only a desolate emptiness remained.
After a long while, a very slow and stiff smile suddenly appeared on her lips, as if she was completely unaware of her cruelty and rejection just now.
His tone was light and fragile, tinged with a feigned nonchalance.
"Wanwan..."
"I... will take you home."
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