She had died several tis, yet she still didn’t understand the aning of death, because to her, not only had she lived long enough, she could also die nine tis. Even if she ran out of lives, she would still be happily living in the Netherworld. Death to her was really just a word.
But now it wasn’t.
Only now did she realize, watching the life of soone she liked and cared about slowly fade away, how painful and unbearable it would be, how fearful and helpless she would feel, even to the point of wanting to die with him...
Wen Xiao’ai wiped the tears on her face carelessly, then stood up and steadied herself by the bed.
Then she raised her hand to channel her power, bringing forth shimring purple light.
She opened her mouth, and a Purple Pearl, more beautiful than glass, erged from it.
This Purple Pearl was the inner core that Wen Xiao’ai had painstakingly restored using the energy from Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan, the Netherworld is not fun at all; it’s cold there, there’s no , no Qing Yi, no Xiaocha, no Shangguan Yu, no Second Brother, and no Grandpa Jun, so you definitely cannot go.
You must wake up.
Wen Xiao’ai’s inner core hovered just above Jun Moyan’s chest. Just as she was about to start, a presence easily broke through the barrier she set up earlier and appeared in the room.
"Are you courting death?!"
The other person’s furious voice rang out, imdiately trying to stop Wen Xiao’ai.
When Wen Xiao’ai saw who it was, she instinctively retracted her inner core back into her body, then looked at the person with a wary face.
Upon hearing the man’s words, Wen Xiao’ai replied without thinking, "It’s none of your business."
Wen Xiao’ai’s words undoubtedly struck the man’s most vulnerable spot deep in his heart.
Yes, how was it his business?
What right did he have now to interfere with her?
Yet, he was still unwilling.
"You would give up your life for him?" he asked, with reddened eyes, looking at her in disbelief.
The tear stains on her face, her swollen eyes from crying, her pale little face, her helpless and frightened yet guarded expression, every bit of it felt like a knife fiercely stabbing at his heart.
"I have plenty of lives." Wen Xiao’ai didn’t want to bother with him; she just wanted to save Jun Moyan.
At worst, she could just die again; she had done it before.
"You’re saving him... do you even know who he is?"
The man’s voice, full of grievance, echoed as he pointed a trembling finger at Jun Moyan on the bed, questioning her.
"If you don’t leave now, don’t bla for being rude to you."
Wen Xiao’ai’s heart was entirely with Jun Moyan at this mont; she had no desire to have any useless conversation with this non-enemy, non-friend from the Demon Realm.
Hearing Wen Xiao’ai’s words filled with killing intent, the man’s finger pointing at Jun Moyan slowly curled back, then fell powerlessly.
In this scene, all he felt was heartache, a sense of the ridiculous, and endless mockery.
If those stubborn old n from the Immortal Realm were here, seeing this scene, would they laugh so hard they couldn’t stand straight? Would they each point at him and rcilessly say: "You brought this on yourself."
The man closed his eyes slightly; beneath the mask, his face was pale as paper.
After a long while, he uttered, "I can help you save him."
To Wen Xiao’ai, this sentence was nothing short of a ray of hope, yet no one would ever know, no one would ever understand the state of mind he was in when he said this sentence.
Even as he spoke this sentence, he couldn’t help but laugh.
He laughed at himself, admired himself.
Who was he saving, anyway? That was his enemy from a thousand years ago, his rival a thousand years later.
There should be no punishnt more unbearable than this.
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