"So you don’t want to know what the consequences will be?"
"...What consequences?"
"After you return from the Netherworld, whether you save her or not, you’ll only have five years left to live. That’s the consequence of using the Forbidden Technique; and after you die, you won’t have a chance to be reincarnated, but will stay in the Netherworld as a lonely ghost, never entering the cycle of rebirth again. That’s the price you pay for saving her..."
At that mont, Gu Sheng’s ears echoed with those words...
Five years... Five years...
It had already been three years...
Gu Sheng’s eyes reddened, instantly engulfed by despair.
He was not afraid of dying, nor did he look forward to another life. The only thing he had ever feared was Yaoyao leaving him.
"Shangguan Yu..."
"Shangguan Yu..."
Gu Yao, leaning on his shoulder and asleep, suddenly started mumbling Shangguan Yu’s na in her sleep.
Her voice carried a tinge of reluctant sobbing.
The na Shangguan Yu sent Gu Sheng, already surrounded by despair and helplessness, plumting into hell, chilling him to the bone.
His tear-glossed, desperately red eyes shone brightly.
He raised his hand, his warm palm tenderly caressing her cheek, his thumb gently stroking it.
Yaoyao, I have only two years left.
The last two years, I just want to be with you, to live a life without Shangguan Yu for two years.
I don’t ask for anything else, just to return to the days of past.
I beg you, don’t leave in these last two years.
Otherwise, I might not make it through these two years and might leave on my own...
——
Wu Garden——
Qing Yi raised his hand to press on his throbbing temple, the discomfort in his head causing him to furrow his brows.
Qing Yi opened his eyes, and the sight of a drunkard’s face took him by surprise.
"...You... What are you doing?"
Qing Yi stared blankly at the drunkard who, propping his chin with one hand, was intently and interestedly staring back at him.
What a strange look in his eyes.
"What ti is it?"
"It’s eleven in the morning," the drunkard replied cheerily.
"What? It’s eleven already?" Qing Yi exclaid, eyes wide.
"It’s finished, the third young master was supposed to go to the company today."
As Qing Yi spoke, he tried to get up from the bed, but the drunkard stretched out a hand and firmly pressed him back down by the shoulder.
"He’s already gone."
"Gone?"
"I called him early in the morning to tell him you were drunk and taking a leave today."
"..."
Qing Yi flopped back onto the bed, filled with annoyance.
Indeed, drinking is troubleso.
Seeing that the drunkard was still looking at him with that strange expression, Qing Yi felt sowhat uneasy.
He thought that maybe he had said sothing last night while drunk that he shouldn’t have.
Although last night he had intentionally gotten drunk, hoping to use it as an opportunity to say so things, it was a montary impulse; now that he was sober, all he had was regret and not the courage of last night.
"So, I didn’t say anything nonsensical last night, did I?"
"You did," the drunkard still propping his chin, smiled with a twinkle in his eyes as he looked at Qing Yi.
Qing Yi’s heart skipped a beat.
Finished, he really said it?
But... it didn’t seem right; seeing the drunkard’s gaze and expression, Qing Yi felt as though he looked more like soone who had discovered a stash of fine wines, otherwise why would he be so happy.
"What did I say?"
After asking this, Qing Yi stared intently at the drunkard’s mouth, sowhat scared yet also eager to hear what he wanted to hear.
Alright, he admitted he was a bit cowardly.
"You said..."
The drunkard deliberately slowed down his tone, watching Qing Yi holding his breath in tension, he truly found him adorable to no end.
However, before the words "I like you" could be spoken,
a sudden, deadly knock on the door rang out.
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