Chapter 80 Love Poison: If you like it, you must have it; this is mine. ...
The snow and wind raged fiercely, seemingly threatening to crush everything.
In the pure white world, a burly man with his upper body bare was pulling a large cart at high speed, like a horse, through the torrential snow.
Each step he took carved deep pits into the snow, leaving tire tracks embedded in the snow, winding all the way.
In the vast, snowy landscape, only the silent, mournful howls of the bearded, burly man remained.
The cold wind was like a knife, but it could not cut away the sorrow in his heart.
His face was wet with tears, and his heart was filled with questions: Why is fate so unfair, forcing the young master to die so inexplicably after enduring ten years of sorrow?
The young master was a man of extraordinary talent, destined for great things and a life of wealth and comfort. But because of Lin Shiyin, he became self-destructive and burdened with all sorts of infamy.
Now, to enter the pass for her, I'm even risking my life.
Tie Chuanjia wept uncontrollably, regretting that he could not exchange his own life for the young master's.
Inside the carriage, Li Xunhuan gazed at the wooden carving in his hand, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Poetic sound, poetic sound—
For ten years, he had never been happy. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her counting the snowflakes on the red plum blossoms, then suddenly turning back to look at him.
She loved snow the most; was she also appreciating plum blossoms and snow at that time?
Unfortunately, he will never see it again.
He stammered, as if speaking to no one in particular, "Brother, Shiyin, it's all my fault..."
With a 'bang,' the carriage came to a sudden stop, and the almost inaudible murmur was completely drowned out.
Li Xunhuan knew that Tie Chuanjia would never have stopped like this if he hadn't encountered trouble. Even though he was a burly man, he was always very considerate of him.
He struggled to lift the carriage curtain. If he hadn't been poisoned, he probably would have already jumped out; why would he be so slow even lifting the curtain?
Fortunately, he had barely moved his body when the bearded, sweaty man outside the carriage lifted the curtain for him and said in a hoarse voice, "Young master, there's someone lying in the snow."
Tie Chuanjia clenched his teeth, tears still streaming down his face.
He could never repay the kindness shown to the young master and the master in his lifetime.
He knew the young master definitely wanted to save the girl, but, but—
They are now struggling to protect themselves.
Even the fiercest dog looks at its master with gentleness. Perhaps there is only one Li Xunhuan in the world who could inspire such loyalty in the armored warrior.
Li Xunhuan understood his implication: Ironclad King Kong was definitely not someone who would stand by and watch someone die. But what was so scary about death?
For him, dying would probably be a kind of relief.
Li Xunhuan looked at the figure vaguely buried in the thick snow and smiled sadly, "What are you still standing there for? If you can save a life before you die, then it's not a wasted death."
Regardless of whether this person had ulterior motives, he simply couldn't bear to stand by and watch someone die.
Tie Chuanjia couldn't bear to hear him say that, and his eyes turned red again upon hearing it.
Young master, you're always going to save others, but who will save you?
He took a deep breath and, with his body stiff, walked into the snow.
The snow crunched and settled, and he bent down, reaching into the thick snow to find the woman's arm. With little effort, he lifted her up.
Tie Chuanjia carried her back while patting the snow off her body with his hands.
Even though he understood that the young master probably couldn't overcome this hurdle, he still didn't want this stranger to freeze Li Xunhuan.
Only after walking all the way to the carriage did the girl lying in the snow finally reveal her true appearance.
Even Tie Chuanjia couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "This, this is still a child."
He was relieved to find that the girl he had saved was still very young, but a hint of reluctance also appeared in his eyes.
The little girl's face was covered in frostbite, and she was curled up like a kitten, shivering incessantly in his arms.
Tie Chuanjia carried her onto the carriage and placed her on the other side.
Li Xunhuan's gaze fell on her thin clothes, and he sighed, "Put the fox fur coat on her."
Tie Chuanjia said urgently, "But..."
As if knowing what he was going to say, Li Xunhuan smiled wryly and said, "I'm not cold, besides..."
Besides, I'm already a person who's about to die.
Why should the dead fight with the living?
He said calmly, "Besides, she's just a child. Why would I compete with her for her attention?"
Once Li Xunhuan has made up his mind, no one can change it.
What he is about to give away, he has no choice but to give away.
Tie Chuanjia had no choice but to take off his fox fur coat and drape it over the shivering little girl. He couldn't help but feel bitter and thought to himself: Young master, you've been generous your whole life, but why do others always try to take things from you?
He silently turned around, got off the truck, and then pulled the truck forward at breakneck speed.
Even though he didn't know where he was going or where he could go, he knew he couldn't stop yet.
The car door closed again, and Li Xunhuan leaned back weakly. When people are about to die, they often reminisce about the past.
But his past is nothing but pain and suffering; recalling it only makes him more miserable.
All he wants to do now is drink.
Life is but a dream, nothing more than a good drunken night.
He gave a self-deprecating smile. Well, Li Xunhuan should have died long ago anyway.
A 'clucking' sound rang out. The carriage was so small that without thinking, Li Xunhuan focused his gaze on the little girl.
Her teeth were chattering uncontrollably, her lips were frozen purple, and snow water kept dripping from her hair into the nape of her neck; she looked so pitiful.
This little girl has black hair and snow-white skin, and her features are exquisitely sculpted. Although she is still young, she is a natural beauty.
This exquisite beauty is perfect for wood carving.
Thinking of the wood carving, he couldn't help but think: if Shiyin and his elder brother had a child, the child would probably only be a few years younger than this one.
Li Xunhuan's eyes dimmed. If he hadn't been poisoned, he would probably have been happy to lend her some internal energy to keep her warm. Unfortunately, he was now barely able to move.
It was cold and the road was long. He didn't know how long he had been staring at the girl in a daze. He only knew that when he came back to his senses, he met her eyes.
Li Xunhuan never imagined that this innocent and pitiful little girl would have such eyes.
These eyes are certainly not ugly; on the contrary, they are very beautiful, so beautiful that it seems as if countless embers are burning within them. But the fire burning the mountain is a bit too intense.
With just that defiant glance, he knew this child was by no means soft-hearted; on the contrary, he was a stubborn nut to crack.
It's a bone soaked in blood; it's probably not a benevolent creature.
He subconsciously furrowed his brows, and for the first time did not speak, but instead carefully observed her.
Upon closer inspection, one immediately sensed something strange about it.
The wind and snow were raging, yet she was dressed in a summer shirt, the blue-green collar adorned with peacock feathers, and a tattered crimson skirt with intricate embroidery. Her elaborate attire made her resemble that of a foreigner.
A green stone pendant was still tied to her forehead, the thick green color of which made her look even more untamed and wild around her wide-open cat eyes.
Li Xunhuan remained silent, waiting for her to speak first, but to his surprise, the child also remained silent, only staring at him with unblinking eyes.
Her eyes, like dark ink dots, could be quite eerie when they stared at you intently.
A nonsensical thought suddenly popped into his mind—once a vicious dog has a bone in its mouth, it won't let go.
Li Xunhuan also stared at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"
He was tall and upright, and even though he was no longer young, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could not hide his handsomeness.
But at this moment, his handsomeness was halved, for his face was pale and his lips were blue, and it was clear that he was terminally ill and had one foot in the grave.
She couldn't understand how this withered man could have such youthful, gentle, emerald-green eyes.
Those eyes are like a vast forest; you can't tell if they hold sorrow or loneliness. So, you can only guess.
Before she could figure it out or guess, he suddenly started coughing, coughing until a sickly redness rose under his eyes, and the green tinge shimmered, creating waves of green.
Her mind went blank, leaving only one thought: I like this shade of green.
If I like something, I want to have it; this is mine.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a sharp pain suddenly rose in his chest, as if a venomous insect with sharp teeth had bitten through his heart and crawled out from between his layers of flesh.
She clutched her chest and gasped for breath, a sound that seemed to be both painful and pleasurable.
Within moments, driven by this strange feeling, she endured the pain, smiled at him with her eyes crinkling, and said, "I don't know either. I just want to keep looking at you."
These words are so sweet and charming that anyone who hears them can't help but laugh.
If Li Xunhuan hadn't seen her before, he probably would have thought she was an innocent and cute little girl.
Li Xunhuan smiled faintly and said calmly, "You were lying alone in the snow. Your parents must be worried sick at night."
She neither listened nor spoke, but stared at him without moving, her eyes concealing a feigned possessiveness.
Li Xunhuan frowned, a strange feeling rising in his heart. He could only ask, "What's your name?"
Seeing the blank look on her face for a moment, Li Xunhuan quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Seeing that she didn't care, he said in a deep voice, "How did you end up lying in the snow all by yourself? Do you know that you almost died?"
She looked up and said expectantly, "You saved me."
Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "But I won't be able to save you for long."
She paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed and asked, "Why?"
Li Xunhuan leaned back and laughed, "Because I'm going to die soon."
Upon hearing this, she felt a sharp, dull pain in her heart, which made her tremble and abruptly clutch her chest.
A tinkling bell suddenly rang out, and Li Xunhuan looked down to see that all ten of her fingers were adorned with verdigris ring chains. These chains extended to her wrists, with a circle of copper bells hanging from them, which jingled as she turned her wrist.
She slumped to the ground, her frostbitten legs still numb, and could only use her frozen hands to feel for his knees.
As soon as she stretched out her hand, Li Xunhuan saw that deep inside her snow-white wrist, there were circles of red lines, like blood splattered from blue veins.
He didn't move, he just watched, trying to see what she was planning to do.
Li Xunhuan suddenly found it very interesting that he had encountered something interesting before his death, at least it would make him stop thinking about those ten years.
With some effort, she managed to climb her hands onto his leg bones, looked up, and said, "I won't let you die."
Looking up from below, the cat's eyes, with their upturned corners, appear even larger, and coupled with the mottled frostbite on its face, it looks like a wild cat that has just fought over territory.
The way she said it made it sound like she was saying, 'I want you dead.'
These fierce-looking wildcats cannot be tamed. Their wildness is hidden beneath their soft, adorable paws, and they will still find an opportunity to scratch and bite you until you bleed.
Li Xunhuan simply said, "Just because you forbid me from dying, does that mean I can't die?"
These words made her lower her eyes and quietly clench her teeth.
Not likable.
I really want to bite off that tongue.
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Author's Note: Failing to play the innocent will unlock the forced love for Xiao Li Tan Hua!!
Then comes the agonizing process of chasing after one's wife!
Selfish and possessive x Extremely generous spendthrift hhhh
The female lead suffers from amnesia and is afflicted by a love curse.
The age difference is incredible! But she just looks very young!
Finally, Happy Lunar New Year's Eve, little ones!!! One kiss after another!! Line up to receive kisses!
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