Chapter 242 I Forgive You
Jiang Xianwan lowered her gaze, which fell on the dried bloodstains on his silver hair, before returning her gaze to his face.
Her face remained as beautiful as jade, with misty eyelashes and extremely pale lips, except for a hint of crimson at the cupid's bow.
To her astonishment and disorientation, the face no longer seemed to belong to a living person.
Like a deathly white, devoid of all life and soul, stiff to the point of spasm.
All that remains is a desolate, chilling, and pale ruin.
Upon seeing her, her dark eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterflies struggling in the mud, and her glassy eyes were tinged with a thin red, with blood mist seeping from the deepest part of them.
Her lips parted and closed several times before she uttered a soft, hoarse call, as if afraid of startling the person before her.
"Wanwan."
Di Yin's fingertips twitched slightly, and he took a light step, but he restrained himself and put his hand back into his sleeve. For some reason, he stood quietly in place, like a stone statue forgotten in a corner.
His breathing was so light it was almost inaudible. He tried to see the person in front of him through the mist, but his vision blurred layer by layer.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes flickered in a daze, and she opened her lips but couldn't utter a sound.
She was both helpless and sorrowful.
She knew perfectly well that their last parting had been too hasty and chaotic, and Di Yin hadn't had time to say anything to her, nor did he dare to get close to Jiang Xingxing rashly.
These days, I carefully consider every word and restrain myself when communicating with Jiang Xingxing and her messengers.
What about him?
With no one to comfort him, how anxious and fearful he must have been, how many times he had broken down, how agonizingly long the days had felt, and how painful his self-blame had been.
Jiang Xianwan closed her eyes briefly.
She had to admit that she didn't want to see Di Yin like this.
Now that things have come to this, she no longer wants to mention the past.
She chose to exchange her body for life, leave the Northern Border, and then give birth to Jiang Xingxing, concealing Jiang Xingxing's existence—all of which were originally her own choices.
Jiang Xianwan took a step towards him.
That clear, handsome face suddenly shattered uncontrollably as she approached, tears hanging from his eyelashes streaming down his cheeks.
Di Yin swayed slightly, then hurriedly tried to take a step.
He dared not touch Jiang Xianwan; his eyes were bloodshot, and a low gasp made him tremble.
This face seemed frozen in the torrential rain, with only a dying ember struggling to burn out.
Jiang Xianwan wrapped her arms around his waist.
Then, a ferocious "crackling" sound came from the back of his throat, like a trapped beast, after he had been holding on for so long, with the metallic scent of blood between his lips and teeth.
A pair of arms trembled but restrained as they embraced her, and warm tears quickly soaked through her clothes.
"Wanwan..."
He tried to clench his teeth, blood seeping from his lips, but faint, dying sobs still escaped his lips.
"Okay, okay..."
"sorry……"
"sorry……"
He couldn't even begin to imagine how much suffering Jiang Xianwan endured when he left the Eternal Sect alone.
Under what circumstances and with what kind of mood did she give birth to Xingxing, dragging her heavy body?
How did Xingxing grow from a newborn baby to this size?
He wasn't involved in any of them.
He imagined it a thousand times over.
I can hardly breathe.
When you close your eyes, you see two faces, one large and one small.
It hurts a lot.
Emperor Yin's mind was in complete chaos, and his spiritual power surged through his meridians. He supported his tall body and refused to fall.
A gurgling sound came from his throat, and blood gushed out from the corners of his tightly pursed lips.
Subconsciously afraid of soiling Jiang Xianwan's clothes, he tried to swallow in vain.
His arms hung limply at his sides, and he staggered, trying to back away.
Jiang Xianwan was startled and, forgetting to lean against a distant tree trunk, quietly watched Yun Weize witness this scene.
One arm encircled her slender, trembling waist, letting the endless flow of blood wash over her shoulders.
She gently stroked Di Yin's trembling back.
Call him.
"Emperor Yin".
Fishy White floated to the side, barely daring to breathe, only anxiously wagging its tail.
Jiang Xianwan's shoulders were soaked and hot, and patches of blood were stained on the hem of her skirt.
She felt something oppressive about to collapse and be crushed in the desolation.
She hurriedly cupped his face, only to find that his once clear eyes were now bloodshot, with countless shattered images reflected on his eyelids.
Jiang Xianwan felt a strange mix of emotions, her eyes welled up with tears, and a hint of unspoken bitterness and panic lingered in them.
She tried to relax and called out softly.
“Di Yin, listen, Xing Xing is calling you.”
"Okay, okay, he's calling you."
The man, with blood and tears streaming down his chin, held his breath and remained motionless.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes, wide and vacant, slowly drooped, tears wetting her hands.
Looking into those unfocused eyes, Jiang Xianwan was so nervous that she forgot to breathe.
Yu Xiaobai didn't lie to her.
Emperor Yin's heart was breaking.
Her damp palms seemed to hold a thread of pain, clinging to the last vestige of life, and she dared not relax for even a moment.
She nervously watched his reaction, trying to relax by curving her eyes and speaking with a sly smile.
“Xingxing was making steamed buns with Baiyu again last night, but they weren’t pretty enough and the filling wasn’t very good either. He wants to learn from you again.”
Did Xingxing tell you?
Di Yin stared straight at her, his turbid eyes slowly moving, and a muffled voice emerged from the blood.
That is indeed the case.
"Yes... I was wrong..."
He trembled uncontrollably, as if countless icicles were simultaneously breaking and shattering deep within his consciousness.
His eyes were a chilling crimson, his pupils were filled with a bloody aura, an eerie dark red, a viscous, asphalt-like void, now mixed with tears.
It surged out again and again.
"It was my fault..."
"I was wrong..."
Looking at the tall yet fragile man, Jiang Xianwan blinked her damp eyelashes gently.
She slowly released her hands, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled her cheek against his heart.
The sound was very soft.
It's a little damp.
"I forgive you."
I'm not angry with you.
"Our team is waiting for you."
"I'm not running anymore either."
"Di Yin, why didn't you cook for me today..."
"Also, I fell asleep last night and only saw your message when I woke up this morning. Did you go drinking with someone last night? I could tell from your voice..."
She mumbled on and on, rambling on and on, as if she were having a casual chat.
The man in her arms gradually quieted down and vaguely tried to respond to her.
Jiang Xianwan swayed slightly, but Hua Buxiu steadily supported her waist.
Fish Xiaobai shuddered in fright and was about to rush over when Su Qingliu swiftly caught her and covered her mouth.
Yun Weize brought two fingers together, channeling his spiritual energy into Di Yin's brow, and whispered, "His spiritual energy is disordered. I'll guard this place; you take him back first."
Hua Buxiu shifted his gaze from Jiang Xianwan's slightly reddened eyes and turned to look at Yun Weize, whose eyelashes were drooping wearily and who seemed lost in thought.
"Your spiritual energy is depleted, so I will stay here."
With the wicked disciple guarding her, and given that she shares the same spiritual root as Emperor Yin, it couldn't be more suitable.
Yun Weize pursed his lips and remained silent, his hand barely reaching out to help, when Jiang Xianwan bent down and picked him up.
"I'll take him back first."
As he watched the two figures disappear from sight, Yun Weize paused slightly, his sleeves slowly falling down.
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